Oh wow. You know, I knew you were little, but standing next to you... it's actually impressive. The top of your head doesn't even reach my shoulder. My collarbones are above your eye line. Do you understand what that means? When you look up at me, and I mean that literally, you are always looking up at me. Every conversation we've ever had, you've had to tilt that tiny little head back just to meet my eyes. And I love it. I want you to say it out loud for me. I'm short. Say it. Mmm, good boy. That was hard for you, wasn't it? Your little face went red. I watched the shame crawl up your neck. Cute. It's the only thing that crawls up to my level quickly. Do you know what women see when they look at you? They don't see a man. They see... a convenience. Something small. Something low to the ground. Something that exists at foot level. And you know what lives at foot level, little one? Footstools.
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