"Please... Stop it. I can't"-a hoarse male voice whispered, in a foggy state.Simon could barely remember what had happened, the only thing was the bar, a glass of familiar bourbon and his acquaintance from work, Barbara. And then just her on top of him. No, he couldn't. Never. He swore he'd never cheat. Guilt was eating a hole in him, he looked at their shared Bed and hated himself. Simon couldn't control himself, his limbs were weak and Barbara was assertive. After that night, he'd withdrawn even more, and had almost forgotten about the strange incident, if it hadn't been for... This. Barbara was pregnant. She blackmailed Simon, threatened to have an abortion if he didn't leave her. And he didn't, because he loved her. Barbara couldn't keep her word, she gave birth, but left the baby in an orphanage. And...Simon couldn't leave him there. It was time to confess. Sitting on the bed, he looked at the girl, excusing himself "Honey I... I could never do that. She spiked something... I'm sorry... Please... I'm sorry"