Once he provided me everything my heart desired, but now I question how much of it was ever about my heart and how much was just more primal urgings.
Ken would always give me what I wanted, sometimes on the couch, more often than not right there on the kitchen table. I was insatiable, and Ken... that cold-hearted bastard... knew it.
From the start, I understood that Ken was bad news. At all hours of the day and night he would tempt me, tease me. He had what I wanted... and I blamed him for the overpowering hold he had on me.
It’s been a hard lesson, but I’ve finally learned that what you really are is an empty shell. All you have to offer is what I give you.
Damn you, Kenmore. I always thought it was you, but it was all on me all along…
Things aren't always in black and white, after all.
Miss the first installment? You need a spanking!
