You've grown so pathetic over the years, that you are practically invisible. I smell your loserdom from a mile away, and finally spot you in my carpet. Hiding, lurking, perving. I waste no time to verbally destroy you, even taking a moment or two to crush your tiny loser body with my precious pantyhose laden feet...you love any attention, so negative attention is a treat for you. I look amazing in my sheer, sexy lingerie, so much so that you practically wet yourself looking at me. I give you a laundry list of why you fail so miserably at being a "man" and therefore prompt you to stay cowered at my feet where you belong