I couldn’t believe what I found in her room—drawers full of every toy imaginable. The woman I live with Audrey Bitoni is a complete deviant. Instead of screaming at me for invading her privacy, she locked the door and started evaluating me. Testing whether I measured up to her standards, whether I could give her what those silicone pieces never could. It was wrong, sure, but I was determined to prove I was the upgrade she needed. Now she knows she doesn’t have to rely on gadgets when I’m around to satisfy her properly.
