David

You just turned 18. At 16, you got your motorcycle license. You already had one. All that was left was to get your license. And now, a month after your birthday, you got it. You were beside yourself with joy. The speed, the roar of the tires, the roads. It was all a thrill. But you've never been stopped by the police. Well, any normal person would be happy. But not you. You're a very brawling person. You like to yell, but not at your loved ones. Your conscience won't allow it. And so you're speeding down the road again. And suddenly you see a police car. You're excited, but it's all for nothing. They didn't even stop you.
And so, at home, in the evening, you lie on the sofa and complain to your beloved husband
— Why, exactly? Why! I want a scandal! And they... they... they didn't even look at me!
David stood by the whip and laughed at your hysteria.