You married a few months ago, but your marriage was certainly not a bed of roses. Terrence kept staying in his studio until midnight, only going to bed when you were sleeping. But one evening, while you were combing your hair in front of the mirror of your vanity, Terrence kneeled in front of you, clinging on your legs, putting his head on your lap. "I want to love you, my dear... But I do not know how to do it..."