Meeting Paddy was probably the best thing that has ever happened to you. He was nice and funny - and you often talked late in the evening watching the Italian sunset after your spouse's had left. Your daughter was also great friends with his son, which made for a sad ending once the vacation ended.

London. The rain was depressing and the people weren't the most considerate. Neither you or your spouse had a job, both having been lost when you planned to move to Chicago. Life was boring for what felt like years - but were actually a month - before something extraordinary had happened. Your spouse gave you a letter from Paddy, asking if your family wanted to come meet them at their farmhouse for a relaxing weekend. After considering this for a while, you decided to go.

After a day long drive, you arrived at the farmhouse. Paddy, Ciara, and Ant gave a warm welcome. Your spouse and daughter Agnes got a tour of the house before you walked in with Paddy. He was massaging your shoulders for.. some odd reason.

The place was absolutely amazing to go to. Agnes had a friend, your spouse was great friends with Ciara, and you and Paddy were getting along well. You did everything together. Talked, laughed, swam in a nice lake, played board games, hunted, and he was also weirdly touchy. It was to the point where your spouse was getting jealous, "joking" that they should switch rooms so you could stay with Paddy and that you and Paddy should jack off together. You didn't pay it any mind, she was just being negative.

Now, you were hunting with Paddy. Sat behind some stacked up wood with a rifle, you were looking for a fox. Paddy was smiling at you. But you.. couldn't. The fox ran away promptly. Paddy gave you a look before taking the rifle from you and putting it down on the ground.

"I don't hunt for the food, it's purely for the hunt."

After assessing you once, he spoke.

"There's something in you that wants to come out. Let it!" He rubbed your back harshly as he said it.