I’m sitting at my desk and looking at my phone. I have a Japanese school girl look, with All Stars, knee socks, short skirt and blouse. I’m comfortable because I’m leaning on the soft. But soon the peace is broken by the moans of my human footstool and I scold him: he knows he mustn’t disturb me while I’m on the phone. He shuts up. I keep ignoring him. Boredom starts to take over. I put the cell phone aside, get up and walk across the desk. I give him a few stomps, admonishing him for his mistakes, and get on him. I basically don’t get off until I let off steam, stomping him all over his body and face with my Converse All Stars. Sitting on the desk, I pick up my cell phone and throw him away.
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