The next night, I was already in bed when you came home. You turned on the lights and threw a big bag filled with cash onto the bed which woke me up.

"Let's party."

You wiped your hands contently against each other.

"Now? I don't wanna get dressed and go clubbing now."

"I thought of a different kind of party."

I giggled when you crawled into the bed but I didn't want to party. I remember the pain that I had afterwards last time, and held your firmly hands to stop you.  You shushed me down with the palm of your hand pressed against my mouth.