More and more as the temperature rises outside, the more hostile I become. My bikinis will get smaller, and so will your inflated sense of self-importance. Suffocating you with such exquisite pain that your mind is unable to process what is happening. The only reason you are aroused is because of the verbal scathing I am giving you. The bikini is little more than icing on the cake. I'll keep nudging and tease you until I decide when, that’s even if I say when