Ken wonders how he might defend himself? What might he say to a judge, for instance. Judge, your Honor, the girl is irresistible. A regular Lolita. She flaunts her stuff and I succumb. I’m only human. My heart is not made of stone. I have spent my whole life walking the straight and narrow. I’ve got a wife I love. Two young children. Toddlers, actually, threatening to poke their pudgy fingers into outlets and she, the love of my life, manages to keep them safe. Secure. And clean. She cooks. Bakes. I love the life we’ve built together. I want it back the way it was, he wails to the night sky on his way home.