I wouldn't deprive you of a long, lingering look at me in my painfully pointed Tiger-striped stilettos. So, after I've done hundred of calf muscle exercises in my Rocket, I unlace them and push them away in favor of your favorite phenomenal shoes. Watch as I slip my tendony old feet in them and bind the straps around my veiny ankles with my veiny wrists hanging down. Then the shoe display begins. You gape as I caress one ankle with the other, my Tiger-striped shoe held at just the right angle. By this time, my veins were fully engorged, just as your big veins must be by now. Don't be afraid—th... Show more