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Chapter 9 : Passions
Burns strolled into the bedroom and set the small glass box atop the dresser table. Curtis, his miniaturised assistant, gazed up at him from within. The tiny boy appeared to have been thrown from his bed by the giant man's movements. Burns smirked and pulled his tie loose. He popped his collar, and giving it a tug, his shirt was freed from his waistband. He slowly pulled it over his head and ran a hand across his broad, hairy chest, purposely putting on a show for his ant-sized observer. He scrunched the shirt up and dumped it onto a pile of laundry in the corner of the room. His belt soon followed. Then he unzipped his fly, pulled his trousers down, and idly kicked them over. His underwear came last. Stripping out of the snug black boxers, Burns tossed them onto the pile and placed his hands on his hips.
Chapter 9 : Passions
Burns strolled into the bedroom and set the small glass box atop the dresser table. Curtis, his miniaturised assistant, gazed up at him from within. The tiny boy appeared to have been thrown from his bed by the giant man's movements. Burns smirked and pulled his tie loose. He popped his collar, and giving it a tug, his shirt was freed from his waistband. He slowly pulled it over his head and ran a hand across his broad, hairy chest, purposely putting on a show for his ant-sized observer. He scrunched the shirt up and dumped it onto a pile of laundry in the corner of the room. His belt soon followed. Then he unzipped his fly, pulled his trousers down, and idly kicked them over. His underwear came last. Stripping out of the snug black boxers, Burns tossed them onto the pile and placed his hands on his hips.