Mocking Me At Midnight

A pretty girl crouches down in order to mock me at midnight. She asks me what I particularly like about her socks, seeing as how I am a pathetic sockieboy slave? I politely and respectfully inform her that I like the pattern in the stitching of her short, white socks, and she and her handsome, beer-drinking boyfriend duly laugh out loud at me.

Humbly expressing my admiration for the young woman's sock stitches...

...much to her, and her manly boyfriend's, amusement!

She laughs out loud at my obsequious, sock-stitch-praising words!

The socks I admire so much

My humbling view of the socks

I can just make out the individual lines of stitching in the darkness

I can hear her boyfriend laughing at me too!

And I can observe his manly boots in the distance

But it is the FEMALE SOCKS that most DOMINATE my lowly field of footslave vision!

I shamefacedly PRAISE the bright young woman's SOCKS!

They are, after all, the SOCKS of a SUPERIOR BEING - of a BEAUTIFUL YOUNG WOMAN

No wonder the master-sir (her boyfriend) looks down on me with MANLY MOCKING LAGHTER! I'm just a pathetic and impotent SOCK-ADMIRER for his pretty girlfriend!


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