Eden Elgabri

Touched 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 facade. 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.