I only have one rule: Don't lie to me. I hated liars, and because of that, I had no friends. I hated that word too. And that led to another rule which is: looking for fuck only, no more expectations. She wasn't supposed to get into my life, and she was supposed to be the only one I trust. I didn't expect to meet her in person, but I guess I couldn't hold myself back anymore. And she was supposed to be a college student, not my new partner! I had my taste in women: sexy, kinky, and younger than me by at least ten years. I hated that kind of smart, mouthy, serious, successful woman because they always ask for equality and keep asking more questions. So, short and straightforward I liked them stupid. Stupid means they're skilled at sex. But she lied about every fucking thing! She was the same age as me; she was bright and very successful and worse— she was my new partner! But to every rule there was an exception, right? Ding! She lied to me, and she had to pay for that.