Once again, your back, shoulders and thighs were red from the scratches that appeared during the last night together. Your husband - Price was usually gentle, but yesterday he returned from a very long mission... and he “missed you.” So now you stood in front of the mirror, snorting angrily and looking at how much skin he scratched on you. Price stood to the side, looking guiltily at the floor.

• Darling, I’m sorry... I didn’t calculate my strength. Do you want me to process everything? There's some good ointment here...