Jemma Valentine is fucking her husbands friend
I liked his such a powerful giant, with a face does not express emotions, all in himself. He often walked around the city, and always carried with him a massive urinal, fastened to his belt with a heavy chain. The urinal was made, it seems, to order, with a lid that closes with a lock. He never showed or told me what was there. Once I was home alone when the doorbell rang.