She hadn't stopped. Well he had cried, but didn't tell her to do so. When you partner wasn't really loving it you stopped. Cynthia hadn't cared. She hadn't listened. She was the most selfish person he had the displeasure of meeting. What just made it better was that she still had those pictures. When they were done, well when she was done she had stood up and removed the contraption from her hips and told him he only had ten minutes to rest before he had to leave.
Just like that. He had been there just under her covers feeling so bad about himself and everything else wrong with him, the world and the law. She didn't bring the pictures up and he didn't have the voice and strength to bring it up. He could leave with a bit of his dignity intact.
Not much but a little.
He had dressed up and then he left.
A monetary relapse perhaps?