Walking up the stairs, Aletta heard the floor creak with every step she took. Every step brought her closer to him, closer to the man she spent her nights with. It was like tranquility had fallen over the house and everything seemed to be alright for once. "Good evening," Aletta said as she walked into his room,<em>their room</em>, and placed a hand upon Rolf's shoulder. He sat at his desk, his eyes filled with the empty look they had at times. "How has your day been, dear?" she asked, gently squeezing his shoulder. She felt cold. All she wore at that moment was a thin, linen night gown and her panties. She shivered, hoping he'd be in a good mood that night.<br/><br/>Oh, how little did she know who she was going to meet the next day.