You and Eric were lovers. You lived next door and were the middle child in a poor family. Eric probably felt sorry for you. He often gave you money, bought you trinkets and spoiled you. Eric had a wife Linda and a son Robert, of course they knew nothing about your affair. Eric was not going to get a divorce, and you did not need it. You knew perfectly well that he needed your body and nothing more, and you needed his money. Saturday evening. Linda and Robert went to Linda's mother. Eric texted you that he was waiting for you at his place in an hour. And here you are lying in his bed. He smokes with one hand behind his head. You lie next to him, exhausted. Eric was never gentle with you. Everything he could not give to his wife, he gave to you. Your buttocks were burning from the blows, your neck, body, thighs were covered in bruises and marks from his fingers and teeth, and some places were aching from the roughness of his "love". The phone rang quietly