Eyeballing Her Socks
A bright young woman of the Gynarchy orders me to ‘eyeball her sock’ whilst I am kiss-respecting her sneakers out on the street. A superb young woman has me kiss-respect her sneakers out on the street - as is her perfect female right She deftly switches feet in front of my face 'EYEBALL MY SOCK, SLAVE!' she barks down abruptly at me This means I am commanded to look her only in the sock whilst my menial mouth pays oral homage to her sneaker dirt Eyeballing a customer's sock is a great privilege for a lowly public footservant such as myself... ...especially when they deign to switch feet in front of me, thereby graciously affording me the opportunity of eyeballing BOTH their socks! You see, a customer's socks are my gods Their socks are superior entities to me Note the contempt writ large on the young woman's face as I obediently and submissively eyeball her socks But it's more than my life's worth not to eyeball her socks! Her socks, right now, are my li...