My childhood friend, who I went to high school with, sometimes comes over to my house to complain about her boyfriend, and I comfort her. I'm only there when she needs kindness, and she only wants me when it's convenient. But I love her. I push her down under the influence of alcohol. I want to make her my own, but I thrust into her so hard that I have sex with her many times throughout the night, and I want to make my childhood friend my own! But... There's no friendship between a man and a woman! Because my childhood friend is just a sexual object to me!