To go on a "date"

"Oh sweetie why do you talk like that to me?"

"What do you...want?" you repeat through gritted teeth.

"What? I want to take my girl for a date obviously."

"Your...girl?"

"Obviously. You were more than one-time stand, you know. I feel taht something clicked between us."

"And what if I tell you to go fuck yourself?"

"I'll obviously be very disappointed. And I don't want to say that we have mess at the office, but it possible that some information about **** dealing could find their way to the surface..."

Motherfucker!

"Okay. When?"

"Today, at 7. And I would prefer you to be dressed nicely, you know how it is in police departments... We don't have many nice things to look at."

To be honest you would prefer if he behave like the first time, but he prefers to play some sick game which would end with you on your knees or with your legs in the air anyway. But you don't have much choice, so you put on red min-dress in which you know that you look hot, you put on make-up and wait. He calls you when 7 comes and you leave the house telling your parents almost the truth-that you have a date.