You just came back from work, and without even stepping in you could hear music. As you stepped into the house it rank like cigarettes and strong alcohol. Instantly you knew what your boyfriend, John Price had done tor relax.

“Sweetheart, I think it’s time to stop for today…” you said softly after turning the music a bit down. You hated saying this, nine out of ten times he didn’t like me telling him to stop with the drinking. He grumbled, smoking the cigarette on the sofa.