On the surface, the great city of Palermo looks just like any other city. In some ways, it looks almost like an Arabian one. But then, that's expected; Libya, at least, is little more than a simple boat ride south...
There are still Catholic missions in this city. Those missions still have bells. Every Sunday, they ring. They ring a little more often...depending on what the mission's flock goes through. They're lucky that the mafia has nothing to gain from raiding their cellars...except, of course, the occasional quartering from the law...
Alas, there is a mafia here. They're fast. They're furious. And they're always one step ahead of the law. One day, a high tide or an earthquake might get them...but the law sure as hell won't.
As the city sleeps, an illegal street race takes place. Tonight's race sports five racers. They all want the same thing; to get to keep their precious cars. So far, though, they've met the minimum requirement for that: they've made it through half the race without crashing.
Throughout Palermo, the night passes. For the first part of it, one can hear noisy racing engines from the city's borders. For the next part, sirens wail. But of course, the mafia is always aware that that much noise will always attract the cops. Even so, the mafia's not going to stop racing just because there's a price on all of their heads. Racing's too fun. And quite frankly, the Grand Prix is too hard to get into.
Over a villa, dawn rises. This is the Villa del Toretto. It's gotten awfully quiet here ever since Dominic, the estate's patriarch, left and never came back. Even so, the villa's got a lot of security to show for. It's fortified by a bunch of banks. Day by day, customers do business with the banks...without realizing that the banks are a front for one of the mafia's most noble families. (Their words, not the law's.)
Four of these banks are the Italian Regions' "Big Four:" there's a UniCredit bank, an Intesa Sanapaolo bank, a Cassa Depositi e Prestiti/CDP bank, and a Banco BPM bank.
At this estate, palms grow. The swimming pool often shines like a diamond. The home is, very much, a Mediterranean utopia. Alas, it's played host to bigger families.
A mote runs around the estate. It separates the place from the fortifying banks. On a good day, it adds pressure to the water that comes in and out of the estate...as well as the banks. On a bad day, it's an inlet for burglars.
For now, though, the mote is bone-dry. Unclear, as to why; the swimming pool and shower are used almost every day by the estate's virtually sole occupant.
In the cement floor of the mote (the entire interior is of cement), there's a culvert cover. Slowly, the cover is raised, and slid away, from beneath. Up from it, Eleonora emerges. She stops, and helps Leann out. He hasn't stopped staring at her near-bare ass the entire way.
"We're late," he notes. "We were supposed to get here BEFORE dawn."
"Relax," she assures him, adjusting her little attire. "The security of this place is very week, now that Dominic Toretto's gone. Now it's down to little more than the little sister and her riches. Even so, she's paying very well to keep the world duped into thinking that there's more security here."
"If I didn't know any better," Leann admits, "I'd say you have a lesbian crush on her."
She shrugs. "I like my work. Why does that have to be so lesbian? Anyway, I get to raid her riches. You," she throws him a set of keys, "get to raid her wardrobe. Her mother's an ex-model; surely she owns more than a few pairs of panties that are worth a billion or more."
Leann hesitates. "I just now realize, that...I think I respect Ms. Toretto too much to..."
"Too bad. Her panties are precious, and quite frankly, I don't want to touch them. They might not fit me. See you back here...if we both make it. Either way, I'm leaving this place with full hands...with or without the man's man," she adjusts his hair one last time, "who got me in." With that, she flirts with him one last time, and takes her leave.
Leann scoffs, and swings the wardrobe keys around in his hand. "Well... I THOUGHT she was a lesbian..."
Back out in the open, the glass back door of the estate opens. From it, a pair of long feminine legs emerge. Stepping very lightly, they make their way to the pool steps.
Meet Mia Toretto...the lady of the house. She's the man's sister. Or rather, she was. For all she knows, her brother's died. Alas, for now, at least, she doesn't seem to be in a grieving state...other than the fact that the revealing swimsuit that she wears is black. But then, some would expect a mourning dove's raiment to be more concealing.
Actual mourning doves aren't even black; what gives?
One step at a time, she descends into the pool. She flaps her long raven hair. With solar radiance, if not a solar personality, she bears the godly likeness of Jordana Brewster.
Soon, she'll be all wet. By then, she'll be thankful that there are very high walls around this estate. Otherwise, the city's men would never let her swim in peace.
Upstairs, the best of her raiment is kept within closed doors...at least. For some of it, she actually has safes with locks. And these locks are no Cold War-era jalopies.
This is Mia's shoe closet. Inside, it seems that she owns more shoes than Sarah Jessica Parker. Clearly, she's been to more parties. But of course, being a major mobster's sister has its perks. Might not for much longer, though...if Dominic doesn't come back from his latest heist. He, Hobbs, and Shaw sure seem to be getting out a lot, these days... It's almost as if the women in their lives didn't exist...or matter... It's almost scary; it's as if Toretto doesn't remember that Shaw once killed his friend, Han Lue...
On the walls, there are many gadgets. They monitor the shoe closet's security. One at a time, they're disabled remotely. Or rather, they're disabled from within the walls.
Soon, they're all down. Now, a secret panel opens. Some pairs of shoes fall off of it, as it opens...
Like a human gopher, Leann crawls through. He's made it. And now, he's surrounded by a mafia godmother's shoes. He's overwhelmed, of course. He's a guy; he only needs three pairs of shoes, at the most. This woman clearly goes to more weddings than he does.
He climbs through. He checks the door, and listens, by setting a shot glass against it, and placing his ear to the glass's bottom. He hears nothing. Satisfied, he plugs a smaller gadget into the door's locks, opens the door, and leaves it ajar.
At long last, he's alone with Ms. Toretto's shoes. He pledges not to leave until he's acquired at least half of them. Alas, which half to start with?
He takes some time, to make up his mind. When he has, though, he creeps forth, and reaches for pair number one...
Below his feet, a portal of day magic opens. Before he knows it, he's freefalling into the desert skies of the Day Dimension.
Behind him, the portal closes...but not before releasing a few charms that fly around, fixing up the shoe closet, and restoring everything to the way it was...including the security.
Below and outside, Ms. Toretto seems to be enjoying her swim. Now, she floats on her back, in the midst of the pool. Her eyes are closed. Funny; it seems like the sun would be blinding her.
If she's aware that her fortunes are being burglarized, she's not showing it...
High overhead, the day's sun makes its way across the sky...from Turkey-ways to Catalonia-ways. Below, things get very quiet at the Toretto estate. That must mean, hence, that Eleonora's long-gone...with or without Leann. (Leann's not with her, of course.)
Inside the Villa del Toretto, there's a sitting room. In it, there are couches. The Torettos really know how to live life high on the hog. And they never give a damn about that, whenever they have Muslim guests...or any anti-hog guests, for that matter.
The couches' cushions are arranged very neatly. Clearly, Dominic hasn't lived here for a while...if he ever does. Even better, Hobbs and Shaw haven't been over. The place, after all, would look a LOT messier, if they had...
In the midst of one of the couch cushions, a very small portal of day magic opens. Through it, Leann falls. Via day magic, he's been reduced to a ten-thousandth of his normal size. (Or rather, he's been transfigured into something that small...and then transfigured back, minus his previous size.) They Day Dimension his transfigured his attire, too. Or rather, it's VANISHED his attire; for the time being, he's in the buff.
Every now and then, a small pair of red briefs conjure themselves onto him... Alas, he never notices, when this happens.
He lands on the cushion, and bounces off of it several times. Over him, the portal vanishes. He's half-relieved; the number of bull skulls lying around the deserts of the Day Dimension can be intimidating...as can the number of rattlers, golden cobras, taipans, trapdoor spiders, and scorpions that crawl here and there.
He takes a while, to absorb his new setting. Before long, he's figured out what everything is. And naturally, it's terrifying. He starts thinking about where to go, from this couch cushion. And he knows he's got to leave sometime. If he doesn't, then...
From upstairs, someone approaches. They make thunder with their feet, as they approach.
Shit; now Leann's gotta leave. Abandoning any means of analytical thinking, he starts running towards the edge of the couch cushion, when...
High over him, Mia arrives. She, of course, is ten thousand times bigger than Leann would expect, if he was meeting her in person. Naturally, though, he's never done that. But then, why would that happen? Mia's a mafia godmother, and he's just a simple do-gooder who avoids people.
By now, Mia's had a shower. She's in very revealing grey lingerie. Her panties, if anyone would dare call them that, leave her buns revealed.
Naturally, they take little Leann's breath away. To him, both of her buns are as big as Zeppelin envelopes.
Moments pass...before Leann senses the predicament he's in. Before long, her buns come falling towards him. So, he starts running. At least this time, he thinks, he won't have to run very far to evade...
He doesn't foresee, of course, the one where she catapults him into the air, by sitting. While airborne, he gets some magnificent views of Ms. Toretto's cleavage...before landing back on the cushion. And because the weight of her ass has set the top of the cushion on an incline...Leann soon finds himself rolling down this incline...and getting wedged between the softness of this cushion and the magnificence of Ms. Toretto's ass.
Come to think of it, though...there are worse predicaments, now, that Leann could be in...
Above and far away, Ms. Toretto drops some shisha into the hookah; one that her brother once stole from a rival in the Middle East. Fast cars, it seems, are not the only objects of her brother's obsessions... She lights the shisha, and smoke some.
Mia is not a heavy smoker. Nor is she a frequent one. Even so, she'd hate to let this shisha go to waste. She never smokes enough to become a smoker. She...doesn't actually LIKE the feel of shisha fumes against her airway. As someone who occasionally succumbs to a chronic cough, I don't blame her.
Leann, on the other hand, WOULD be willing to try some of that shisha...if only he didn't risk falling inside the hookah's pipes, just by trying...or worse, getting suffocated by the shisha's smoke...or burned alive by the light, even...
The gate buzzer buzzes. Ms. Toretto stands, inadvertently relieves her tiny trespasser, and goes over to the security screen, to see who's at the gate. It's a delivery boy. And if Ms. Toretto dares say so, he looks kind of cute. She presses the big green button, and opens the gate, allowing him passage.
As much as Leann loves his new hostess's ass, he can't stay. So, he starts creeping away. His need to creep to far is soon robbed of him, when another portal of day magic comes, absorbs him again, and vanishes.
Ms. Toretto is quick, to put something a bit more concealing on, over her bikini. (A LITTLE more concealing, understand...) Once she has, there's a knock at the door. She scurries to it, and lets the cute delivery boy in.
He smells the shisha. She invites him in. He sits, stuffs the hookah with more of the shisha, and smokes it. She sits near him, admires him, and flirts with him. He does his best to flirt back. Looks like Ms. Toretto's finally found someone local to connect with...for now...
Upstairs, Ms. Toretto has left a pair of her panties on the floor. They're pink.
In them, a tiny portal of day magic opens. Leann falls through it, still the same size as before, and lands in the midst of her panties. Lucky for him, she hadn't worn these for very long, before she dropped them. Near him, the magic portal vanishes.
Leann shudders. He'd temporarily shared a burrow with a creepy-looking albino rattler, before the Day Dimension sent him back to the Torettos'.
Clearly, Leann hasn't escaped his prison yet. Alas, every now and then, this place throws him a curveball, that makes him wonder if this really is a prison. Or rather, it drops a woman's ass on him. And he must confess, once again, that Ms. Toretto's is one of the most magnificent asses he's ever seen...bug-sized, or normal-sized...