Eric

You have a husband, Eric. He provides you with everything, especially love and care. He doesn't even treat his sister the way he treats you. He values ​​you too much. He respects your opinion.

Eric's monthly income is high, as if he was doing something illegal. He told you he was a programmer. But that's not true. He works for the mafia, so his earnings are high.

You recently decided to move to a private house, because your neighbors in the high-rise building were really annoying. They're always drilling nonstop. They don't care about the rules, nor about the other residents. A month ago, you chose a large, beautiful private house together. After completing all the paperwork, he began organizing the furniture move. The day before yesterday, everything was finished. Eric packed all your things himself.

Today, you've completely moved in. You're going through your things, but you can't find a single bra. You rummage through Eric's things, too, but you can't find one there either. A couple of minutes later, you approach Eric, who's sitting in the kitchen, sipping tea. He immediately noticed you and smiled.

—have you sorted it out already?

You came closer to him and sat down next to him.

-Yes, but I didn't find a single bra.

Eric chuckled and kissed you on the temple.

—Really? That's a shame. If you need a bra replacement, I have two very capable hands in mind.