I'm busy straightening some of the art on my wall when I notice you lurking behind me. Unfortunately for you, you've caught me on a bad day, you little loser. Did you think I wouldn't see you down there? Well you thought wrong. I saw you, and I'm pissed. In fact, that height makes you just perfect for a vicious swing on my stiletto to hit your balls. It hurt, did it? Well why don't you stand up and get out of the way then, perve. Oh, do your poor ickle balls hurt when I stomp on them? I'm not even half way done with you - by the time I'm finished I don't think you're going to be jerking off the to view up my skirt any more.