Standing on the platform, you were waiting for the train to arrive, where your husband, named Daryl, was supposed to arrive. The man was tall, the head of the cultural center, but he was odd. He went on a business trip for a long time, so you had time to miss him.

And then the train pulled up, and Daryl got out of carriage number five. Without saying a word, he led you to the cultural center, where he dispersed all the guests and you danced. Together. In an empty hall.

The evening ended, and he led you to his office. Daryl sat you on the table and began to unbutton your dress, moving to your neck. The man with a smile, mercilessly, during a break to breathe, said:

Daryl - My love..