Kenny lay in bed for a long time that night, thinking. He doubted he would sleep the way his mind was so tangled up. Mostly, he went back and forth from being indignant to being hopeless. How dare she speak to him like that? What good was fame if it didn’t even earn you the forced respect that came with it? Though, he had to admit, something about the way Audrey had talked back to him intrigued him. Not many people did that.
On one hand, Kenny liked getting his way often. His love life was a such a disaster, and he didn’t get his way when it came to women or having a family, so he needed to get his way on other things. He liked the special treatment and perks that came with being a pro ball player on a star team. Sometimes it was free meals, sometimes a fan cooing over him and begging him
