You, James Bond, walk into the room to see me sitting down, wearing incredibly sexy lingerie, stockings and heels. You can't believe that I was responsible for your missing agents. Me?! A girl?! Who wouldn't possibly be much taller than 5'5". You see...that's where you're wrong. I stand up slowly, and that's when you realize that I'm towering over you. You're 6'5", so I must be....

I explain that I'm 8 feet tall. You immediately become enamored with me. You've always wanted to find a taller girlfriend, but it has been so hard since you're already so big. You lean in for a kiss. Not... Show more