A voice of "Please cum..." can be heard from the other side of the wall of the cheap apartment. The neighbors are a father and daughter with a suspicious aura, and it seems that the voice is from me. It may be unpleasant to hear for a widower, but it's a welcome addition to a life of poverty. Why would that kind-hearted girl go out of her way to be with an old man... That's why I spend my days masturbating in agony.