It was morning. Layla had left to get some things she wanted by herself. She had made Carle stay back and arrange their things. Last night was spent with their private areas entangled with the bed creaking crazily. Even in the bathroom this morning, while bathing together, they fucked a bit in the bathtub.

Carle, at the moment, was seated on the bed, having arranged everything. He was watching the news and saw a black lady being honoured for saving the life of her racist neighbour's only son ...