Peter, a manager with plenty of kids and wife, had a mistress for the weekends that he really loved. They met on the web of lies that they attend daily, with the rest of the world. He poked her in the arm with a finger and gave a smile. The young lady stood silent and looked at the older man's fluorescent beatened face. His charisma and CV was what she wanted ever since her 11th birthday. "Don't bother to say anything," Peter whispered. "Let me give you some gifts, some frienship at first and maybe some advice on the weekends, but it all comes at a price." The speechless lady, stood there even more silent. Quickly her knoght had turned into a madalion.
She wanted to take him and keep him by the window but he heard voices in a nearby room, screaming about some dinner. "I gotta go, but you be good now."