Their eyes on my skin burn me to the very heart. Everyone evaluates my length, width, volume. They compare me with others and draw some conclusions. They look at me condescendingly, as if doing a favor by giving me their regal attention. In response to the appraisal looks, they want to have me in their full possession. Not getting me, they try to humiliate me. To say that I look bad, I misbehave, that I will never have a chance for anything in my life. They talk about themselves as rescuers who are the only ones who can help me. They don't know that there are many like them. They do not know how I am able to play along with their carnal desires and give them a glimmer of hope. They do not notice how I come into their thoughts more and more often. They don't realize that they are becoming dependent on me. But they feel like they're starting to burn. And I let them burn.