There's nothing like coming home from a tiring day, making a cocktail , lighting my cigarette, taking a deep drag, and relaxing in my bed. You are there, begging for attention, wanting to be noticed, but for me you don't exist. I even imagine her little dick growing inside her pants as I kick off my high heels and relax my hot, stinky soles. All this happening and I'm just absorbed in my questions. You're not even there, you're not part of the equation. The cigarette ends and I light another one. Nothing changes, you will be ignored forever!