At his door stood, a life-size replica of the most exquisite porcelain doll, complete with alabaster skin, slender limbs and a childish curve to a figure that looked like it barely made it on time for puberty. A porcelain doll with way too much eyeliner on. He paused. And not enough clothes, apparently. Her cropped tee and denim shorts covered just enough to push a man’s imagination into overdrive. His eyes lingered on th...