by Eden Elgabri
I don’t think much of men. I never have. They have one
purpose – to satisfy my sexual needs. I take what I want
when I want it. Only when I want it. My therapist says,
“Val, you’re self-destructive and have low self-esteem.”
I don’t see it that way. I see it as control. Most women
live under the guise of illusion. They never understand
pretty-perfect is only façade.
As a pediatric oncology nurse, I see ugly on a daily basis.
So I don’t believe in pretty or happy. There’s only real.
Then I met Max McKenna. He opened old wounds and
made me an offer too good to pass up. If I could only
remain sane through the process. Okay, so maybe he’s
just the first man I couldn’t bring to his knees. Maybe
that’s all it is, this burning desire to wear him down and
have my way with him. Maybe then I could get him out
of my head. I never lied to myself before Max or had
such a burning desire to be… TOUCHED.
