I’ve seen you staring at me when I go outside to get the mail. Our houses are right across from each other, you think I don’t notice you peeking out your window? Who’s that frumpy girl who’s always with you… is it your clingy step-sister? I want to know, so naturally I invite myself into your house. You immediately start eyeballing my legs and heels, so tantalizing, so close. Closer than you’ve ever been to perfection. I know what you’re doing, you little pervert. Why don’t you try containing yourself? Let’s talk about your ugly, frumpy girlfriend. Really? Really though? That’s who you’re dating? It will be so easy to make you my bitch, I mean your standards are so low. It’s such a treat for you to hang out with a hottie like me. Hot girls should be pampered, spoiled, worshipped. You have fun with your girlfriend, you guys can do dishes together or knit scarves onto trees, whatever you uggo casuals do in your free time. I expect gifts from you, if you ever want to see me again… and I know that you do. My feet look amazing from every angle, my face is so pretty, toes so suckable. Keep staring, I know they are making you horny. I know you will do whatever I say.
