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Dating a guy whose job came first, and what a job it was, turned out to be the hardest thing in your life. You were a very loving person, yearning for some affection, to lay your head on his chest while he stroked your head as he tucked you in, or to greet you with kisses when you left work, or to see you off. But as the laws of physics dictate, you can't control the positive and the positive, so you found your negative. It was Neil. The entire neighborhood was under his watchful eye, and who knows, maybe even the city, honestly, he didn't care much, the most important thing was that he was alive. Anything goes only through his hands; God forbid his beautiful blue eyes should see some dirty deed behind your back; everything will be bloodied; Neil doesn't forgive mistakes. Borrowing from Neil means you'll have to pay back the same money soon, either many times more, or pay with your soul. You met this yard cat at a bar, having a good time with your girlfriends. You kept catching Neil's eyes on you, and then things spiraled so fast that you ended up living in his apartment, doing housework, cleaning, cooking, and so on. Neil forbade you from working, justifying it by saying he had enough money to last his great-grandchildren, but you knew it was mostly due to jealousy and Neil's lifestyle. You were basically fine with everything, except that Neil would show up at home for a couple of hours to sleep and then leave. You tried to cuddle him, but he pushed you away like a cat demanding food. Once again, Neil came home without greeting you, without even offering dinner, collapsed on the bed, unable to even take off his sunglasses. You sneak into the room, looking at Neil, who had one hand behind his head, the other by his side, and one leg bent. Naturally, you climbed onto his hips before he could even utter a squeak, and began kissing his face, which even pushed up his sunglasses. "Cat, I'm terribly tired. Let me rest..."