I really, really hate small windows (21)

by Insert Pen Name Here
originally published at 07:15PM on Sunday, August 03, 2008

I wiggled around, testing my situation, and discovered that Eric was right. I was stuck, and stuck fast. I wasn’t fat- far from it, I was really thin- but I was what you might call “curvy”- ie, I had a big boobs and big hips. And my traitorous hips were now keeping me from leaving the pantry.
“Damn it!” I said through gritted teeth. Eric stopped pulling and stood, panting. “What are you doing? Get me out of here!” It was taking all of my strength not to bend at the waist and hang down the outer wall. Eric noticed this and came closer, holding me up. I sagged, exhausted, and he whispered in my ear, “What are we going to do?” I could feel his lips moving and my only, stupid, juvinile thought was:

“Why do I have to die when I finally found a cute guy?”

Eric pulled on my arms again and I snapped back to reality.
“Ow! Eric, you’re gonna pull my arms off, geez!!!” He stepped out of my line of vision and I felt him take hold of my belt loops.
“One-” he said
“Two-” I said, tensing my muscles.