I'm travelling in a car. We pick up a friend of my daughter who is a bit chubbier. I drive crouched down. Then I'm in a hotel room. I'm lying under the covers in my suit trousers and want to masturbate. I go to the bathroom and want to watch porn on my mobile phone. The next morning, my jumper smells of smoke. I go through three doors onto a balcony. There's a coat and a wallet there. Has someone forgotten them? No, they probably belong to someone in the neighbouring room who also has access to this balcony. I could open the wallet. I don't and see a photo of the family. The father makes a strange grimace. The two boys look cute. Where is the mother? She's probably taking the photo. Too bad, I would have liked to see her. Back in my room, I remember that the children's mattresses were there. Now there's only one here. I shudder. Did the child see me masturbating? Or was it asleep? Or was it just lying motionless in bed? It must have been terrified.