You do know how it works: tall, strong, dominant men enjoy the sexual pleasures that ought to come with masculinity; physically inferior specimens, like you, are simply worthless. She now lifts her dress, and you realize just how naked and fuckable she is underneath the clothing. She is the sexiest woman in the world, and you will never have her. "It's so sad, isn't it?" she sighs. "You want me so badly, but I don't want you... Well, that's just how it is, baby boy. At least you can tug tug tug at your dickie-wickie! You can spurt on yourself whenever you want! It's not sex, of course, but you don't deserve sex. You don't even deserve life, as far as I'm concerned; but then, you won't really be alive for that long. And you'll never *live*, if you know what I mean," she says, giggling coyly.