Bailey had never felt her heart pound harder before. Her first meeting with Ken was almost dream like, shorts and t shirt with blonde hair that matched blue eyes, it was the definition of perfect.

And Bailey had no regrets.

That afternoon, nothing was suspected, Barbie was out in the middle of Hollywood, a good distance away from them, her family was having dinner, Ken had cancelled last minute and speaking of which, he was with her, knocking each other up. I won't go into the details of that but let's just say they had lots of fun - and not in the way of which kids have fun, I mean in the way of which Barbie would probably die if she caught them.

And did Bailey care?

Well let's see...

She didn't care when she lied, or when Ken arrived, or when they began making out so I'll assume that she gave zero fucks when doing just exactly that with Ken.

What a messed up world we live in.

Or in this case - what a fucked up brain the author has.