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.