About the book: 2022 / - Rum, you can’t... - I can. Grabbing me by the elbow, he drags me around the corner and presses me into the wall. - You won’t do this again.” “I will.” He’s not the least bit afraid of me. And why should he be afraid? He is sure: if I made a mistake once, I will make it again. I will make more and more mistakes until I smell his perfume centimeters away from me. As long as I see that stupid, impudent grin. While he will drive me to hysterics with vulgar hints. It seems that I broke down on the day he kissed me for the first time. When my boyfriend’s married best friend kissed me for the first time.