A longer train. More buildings. Bigger track. And none of them stand a chance as I come along, tromping through the scene, kicking traincars off their tracks, crushing steeples off with my fat heels. In three different pairs of high heels, having progressively thinner heels, I damage this poor, expensive model train. Plastic flies. I laugh. Juices drip down my thighs, I'm elated. I bend the tracks with my hands until the metal rails pop off. All of this crushing and stomping has made me need to pee, so I undress right there, squat over the wreckage and let loose, spraying a yellow rain down... Show more