Daniel stood for a time waiting for Sasha to take off her shoes and for her to finally stick them into his face. After a while though his heart stopped racing so fast as he watched her scroll through her phone. Every once and while her fingers would move around the screen as she typed something. He couldn’t tell what and he couldn’t even tell if she was texting or looking up something.

So he sat down and after, at least, twenty minutes, he laid down on his back. Maybe, just maybe, it had all been a hoax. All she was trying to do was scare the ever living hell out of him. He would be ok with that. After a few more minutes of staring at the ceiling, his stomach began to grumble, he heard the door of the apartment open. 

Only  then did Sasha pull her feet off the desk as she placed her phone on the opposite side of the desk. She twisted her chair around as Abigail barreled into the room. Daniel jumped to his feet.

“Damn,” Sasha said, “What's the rush?”

“You don’t have to hurt Daniel anymore,” She smiled as she walked over to Sasha who was looking up at her, curious.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. Check this out,” Daniel watched as Abbie reached into the front right pocket of her pants and removed something. She extended her hand outright and showed Sasha whatever it was.

Daniel wasn’t an idiot and he could take a few guesses at what the object was. 

“Holy shit,” Sasha said as she reached out quickly and scooped up the man that Abigail was currently holding, “You can’t be fucking serious? Where did you find him?”

“I didn’t find him. I was going for a walk and I stumbled onto this guy sitting on a swing. A few minutes later and poof. I scooped him up before anyone could notice what was happening. Not that anyone was around anyway.”

“Did you get his name?”

“No. I didn’t.”

“That’s fine.”
“So can I,” She looked in my direction and Sasha nodded without even looking up. 

She just looked down at her palm. Daniel felt a wave of nausea and fear wash over him. Sasha had been nice to him because of who he was. He had a feeling that this man wasn’t going to get the same treatment. In a flash Abbie had walked over to the desk and scooped him up. 

Sasha turned away from the man and looked up at Abigail, “When you were gone I was reading an article. The leading theory is that men all over the planet are shrinking when they get turned on. What did you do to him?”
“Nothing. I sat down on the swing, talked to him, grabbed his shoulder, and that was all.”

“How about that,” Sasha said as she looked back down at the man in her palm, “So… Are you a virgin or just really easy.”

With that Abbie turned to leave the room.

“Oh. Close the door on the way out,” Sasha called out and Abbie did so, gladly.