Dilbert Walker's apartment.
They woke up early in the morning, naked and snuggling, leaning against the head of the bed.
Yolanda Bardot was held tenderly in his arms...
Last night.
They talked for a long time, opening their hearts to each other.
Dilbert first apologized for his lack of control the night before.
But Yolanda stated that it was her who had used drugs first, he had done nothing wrong.
The two took turns yielding to each other.
Then, it turned into a time for Dilbert's self-analysis, saying that he will take responsibility for Yolanda, as long as she doesn't mind not having children in the future.
Yolanda didn't mind at all.
Now, within her chest, there was only the flaming fire of love burning.
For love, she could abandon anything else.
In the end, it turned into an intense romantic moment.
Compared to their drugged passion the previous night, they were more engaged, more relaxed, and more enjoyable tonight...
This was the primitive pleasure of life.
