I was on the phone with a friend when you wandered away from the “guys night” my husband was hosting in our basement. You had to rudely interrupt my conversation to ask if you could see my feet.

I wasn’t exactly sure why you needed to see my feet until you pulled your sad, pathetic cock out of your pants and start jerking it while ogling my toes like some sort of freak. I can’t help but convey all this to the person on the other end of the line and we get a real kick out of your stupidity.

She doesn't believe me so I snap a photo of you to send her. ...

I was on the phone with a friend when you wandered away from the “guys night” my husband was hosting in our basement. You had to rudely interrupt my conversation to ask if you could see my feet.

I wasn’t exactly sure why you needed to see my feet until you pulled your sad, pathetic cock out of your pants and start jerking it while ogling my toes like some sort of freak. I can’t help but convey all this to the person on the other end of the line and we get a real kick out of your stupidity.

She doesn't believe me so I snap a photo of you to send her. Plus, now I’ve got proof of your pervertedness so if you know what’s good for you, you won’t ever cross me. Exposing that photo to my husband would make you the laughing stock of your whole social circle and may even get your ass beat. So tread lightly, you stupid, freakish idiot. I could do so much damage to you if I wished....