Somewhere out there she was watching. I knew

Somewhere out there she was watching. I knew she was. I wasn't sure why, and I wasn't sure how, but I knew she was. She appeared somewhere every day. Always dazed, yet focused.

The weight of her stare was like a big wet moose hide thrown over me. I felt trapped. Claustrophobic. Everywhere I went there her gaze would go. The world was one giant window

filled with her gigantic veined eyeball. I had to talk so I confided in Josh from work who was Tinder swiping at the time. He said I should maybe relax & fixed me up with a date

with one of those lifelike sex dolls. She praised me a lot, but her blank expression made me question her sincerity. When I spanked her she admitted she had been a naughty girl.

but what I really needed was a love doll. So I left my sex doll and found a love doll, instead. She loved and cuddled me and took me to visit her plastic parents. They did not appr

oach me too closely as I did work at a hair pin factory. But I assured them that I was very careful not to bring work home. In time I became close to my love dolls family and then

even grew to love.... my doll. We became secret lovers. The doll knew me in ways that no one could ever understand me. When to make spaghetti, when to pull my hair, when

to engage my Death Ray, when to say just the right thing. But when I started to do tricks late into the night just so that my love doll could have her Bon Bon Bathe, I restarted to

Have nightmares about meatball sandwiches. Little did she know about how I came to filch the recipe.