My nails are now almost an inch long. I know how much you love them, how you wish you could just feel them on your skin, how you want to just stroke for them. Well, I think you're such a loser that the only way that will ever happen is while my fingers make the shape of an "L". Stroke for my nails while I humiliate and belittle you for being so worthless and pathetic. You know you can't resist no matter how mean I get!