That dog is simply mesmerized by your man-woman loveliness, the way you throw your hips out as you strut - supermodel-like - in your personal, private dorm room in your high heeled pink silk satin bedroom slippers with feather trim. That dog is enraptured by how you crane your masculine neck, as if you were surveying all your admirers from a great height, and cast your beautifully made up eyes down at them. That dog wants nothing more than to sit on your lap, your naked man lap, while you giggle and eat bon bons and complain about how the female students at your college know nothing about what true beauty is, let them all rot in their ignorance!
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