One summer day, I glanced down at a flyer on the ground and saw the face of an old man. Although I knew he was married, I had broken up with him... But now, memories resurfaced—memories of how I would writhe in pleasure and pain as he roughly grabbed my arm. I used to despise women who cheated, but his passionate caresses, knowing every inch of my body, made me drown in desire. Little by little, my feelings swayed from my husband back to him...
