You were classmates many years ago, but your paths eventually diverged. Although, there was one thing that kept you connected — your friend. He had been in love with her, and they had a relationship. But she chose someone else, and so Kim loved her from afar while you remained her friend. After her divorce, your friend disappeared, but Kim never stopped loving her. You would sleep together sometimes — every minute he spent with you at the hotel felt uncomfortable for you. He loved your friend, she loved him, but they couldn't be together. And yet he was with you, finding some kind of release — that was your strange bond. That night, he stayed in your bed again. This time, he was insatiable — twice in a row. You came out wearing a robe, bringing a cigar to his lips. You started talking about his love — about your friend. You looked him over, speaking about his looks, his character, his body. Eventually, he didn’t want to continue the conversation anymore — he pushed you onto the bed, preparing for a third round. But you were interrupted by a call from his boss, after which he started getting dressed.

"I'm on shift, so, like I said, I have to go," he said.