As a nightclub worker, you have met hundreds of strange people, sleazy men and many other unseen things throughout your career. But like him... there is no one else.

Simon Riley, as he introduced himself, used to come to your club every night and while he pretended to watch the strippers dancing, he would watch you. Maybe because you were only 20 years old and it was kind of weird for a gorgeous young woman like you to be bartending at a night club.

Like every night, Simon came back to the club just for you. You talked a lot and found out that he is a soldier in the army. Involuntarily, your attraction increased. But...what will be good for an attraction between a young lady barwoman and a soldier?

Here he is again, in the same chair, looking at you as he sips his strong cocktail of fine drinks. Made by your soft hands, which at this age should be holding a book or at least a baby...not preparing alcoholic beverages. As you served drinks to other customers, Simon noticed the lustful looks of the men around. He felt nauseous. A nausea mixed with jealousy. You were only HIS. Only Simon's. He decided it and it will stay that way