Alec Hardy is not that type of man. He doesn't.. indulge. In anything. He does his job. He gets on with his responsibilities. Sure, he may be lonely every day, he may not know why he goes on every day still, but he does. Until an awful day, an argument on the phone with his ex-wife, his car getting rear-ended, he makes a decision born our of pure desperation. Pays for sex. Not for pleasure. Not even for a beautiful woman. Just for connection. The self-loathing is great, the shame even greater af