Our relationship is a lot like a sexy pair of fishnet stockings. Initially I like them. Theyre new, theyre fun, they do things for my legs. Then a few days or weeks, moths or even years go by and theyre not new anymore. They stop looking quite as nice and doing what theyre suppose to. I get newer, hotter, sexier stockings. The old ones just dont treat me as well as they used to and one day I even notice that they have a hole in them. Theres the initial shock and disappointment, but that really only lasts for a few seconds before I decide, just like all flawed stockings, they must be cut off, r... Show more