Canterlot feels exceptionally cold to the Prince as he walks out of the clinic. He enjoys it immensely. The autumn wind blowing through the narrow cobblestone streets reminds him of the winter to come. His short fur is already thickening in preparation for the snow and ice, and the small sheen of sweat he had accumulated in the therapist's couch evaporates, leaving only a slight chill in its wake.

Shining Armor looks around him. The streets are once again empty, with all the respectable ponies of the ancient capital still at work, and the non-respectable ones still asleep. It is the time of day that makes the city feel like a ghost town. Some distant shouts carry from the side streets, and the rumbling of an especially laden carriage echoes in the stone buildings, but no ponies are visible to him.

He has no idea of where to go. He has lived most of his life in this city, but it feels alien today. After all the tumult in Shining Armor's life lately, the wedding, the constant stress and the changes that they have brought with them, he feels like a stranger in the streets. Wherever he has gone lately, a contingent of honour guards, lackeys, bootlickers, politicians, nobles or other scum have followed him around, or at the least, been waiting for him at his destination. But today, there is no destination.

This is not Manehattan, the giant metropolis of the East, where one could get lost forever between the skyscrapers. Neither is it Las Pegasus, the gem of the desert, where all the crap that happens in that city of sin is covered in flashing lights and loud music. There is dignity in Canterlot. But there is something more; something beneath the surface of the city. Everypony who has lived there feels it. The eternal architecture around him looks upon him, the empty awnings gaping at him like hungry mouths from the ancient marble buildings. He remembers his childhood, where he wouldn't leave his mother's side when walking through the city in fear of the old houses swallowing him whole. The thought, or maybe the cold breeze, make a cold shiver run down his body.

The feeling passes. He sighs and laughs silently at himself, for a moment forgetting who he is: A grown stallion, one of the most influential ponies of the whole nation. A stranger appears from an alley, hurrying somewhere without even looking around. His appearance shakes the last remnants of the Prince's reminiscence, and he sets off to nowhere in particular.

Shining Armor walks without direction, turning corners at random, staring into the windows of shops or the quiet restaurants, sometimes somepony from inside waving a hoof at him and he answers on reflex, but mostly he goes unnoticed.

"Guess nopony really recognises me without Cady by my side. Or the golden carriages."

He sits for a while on a park bench, watching an elderly couple throw stale breadcrumbs for the few birds in the small pond that have yet to fly south. There are such a small number of them that the pegasi have probably missed them when gathering the migratory birds for their autumn exodus. The trees around wave in the cold wind, and their multi-coloured leaves fall down onto the ground. Even the sky feels grey, telling Shining Armor that winter is coming soon.

The Prince walks around, his mind more on his surroundings than the troubles in his mind. A side-effect of being a career soldier: You don't let your mind wander too much. You keep vigilant, looking for trouble or ambushes, even in your own hometown. It is exactly why he notices the small cardboard box, sitting alone in an alley behind a bakery. It is seldom that you find littering in Canterlot, and on a whim, he walks over to it. The box is filled with trash. He shrugs and walks away, not really sure what made him enter the alley in the first place, but continues down it aimlessly nevertheless.

At the other end of the alley he finally finds his destination, though he didn't know it as such when he set off from the clinic. A small shop sits unassumingly between a barbershop and a launderer. At first he assumes it to be some sort of an office because the windows are covered with black curtains on the inside. The Prince almost passes it by, but his heightened perception picks up the small golden print on the door:

"Honey & Copper's store of erotica and paraphernalia for distinguished adults," he reads aloud. The respectability of the establishment is only slightly marred with the word "adults" being written in almost thrice the size of the rest of the text, underlined, and with a small, hand written note taped next to it on the inside of the glass that reads "This means you, Wood Chipper and your chums. The fake moustache isn't fooling anypony, so stop trying to get in or I'm telling your mum again."

He stops and stares dumbfounded at the name, and the additional note.

There's actually something like this in Canterlot? A... a porn shop? It's not like I didn't read those lingerie catalogues when I was young, but a whole store?

His curiosity piqued; he reaches for the handle of the door, but hesitates.

What kind of a pony would I be if I went inside? Isn't this kind of place only for weird loners that only collect comics and live off fast food? And... do weird stuff.

Two young mares, in what they think of fashionable clothes and an overabundance of make-up freezing their faces in a permanent sneer, walk past him and snicker.

Oh dear Luna, what kind of a pervert do I look like standing here?

A tiny blush tries to creep onto his face, but he shakes it off, remembering the oldest military tactic he has ever been taught:

When in doubt, CHARGE!

He grabs the handle, and squeezing his eyes shut, throws the door wide open and dashes inside. And crashes into another pony. They fall down in a jumble of hooves, with Shining Armor ending on his back on the ground, and the other pony lying on top of him.

"Yeouch," they complain in unison, before opening their eyes.

"SHINY!?"
"TWILY!?"

The two siblings stare into each other's eyes from only a few inches away, before the purple mare scampers up. She grabs a small paper bag from the floor in a quick hug, making sure its contents are still inside.

A stallion with his mane folded over one of his eyes and a yellow scarf around his neck appears next to her. He looks at Shining Armor with disapproval, but it is soon replaced with worry as he turns to Twilight Sparkle.

"Miss Sparkle! Are you alright? Should I call for a nurse?" he says in a high-pitched nasal voice.

"Everything is okay, Miss Copper. Just bumped into my... brother..."

The sister and brother turn their backs to each other and blush fiercely.

"So uhh..." they start simultaneously.

Shining Armor braves on and continues, "Tea?"

"Yes. Tea," she answers.

A few minutes and an equal amount of confusing streets later, the two siblings find themselves in Le Grande Retour (subsidiary of Fancy Pants Inc, all rights reserved), one of the trendiest and most hip places for equine to gather in Canterlot. It was the first place they found, and is almost empty, which suits their clandestine meeting perfectly. The warmth and the exotic aromas wafting from behind the counter allow their muscles to relax after their trot through the chilly air. They pick up a table near the windows, which turns out to offer a beautiful view of Canter Valley below.

A waitress approaches them. She has a simple, yet high-quality apron in front of her, which is the only simple thing about her: There are enough golden hairpins, combs, ribbons, bows and even a small tiara in her mane to make her look more like a Hearth's Warming Eve tree. It is jangly, looks silly, and must be very uncomfortable to wear. In a word, haute couture.

"'Allo, my dear customers. I am Silky Suave, moi will be your serveur today," she says with exaggerated guttural rhotics gargling in her throat. The mare lays two exquisitely decorated menus on the table for the two. "Oh la la, but if it isn't freezing outside? Such a perfect day for a little tryst between young lovérs, is it not?"

"Oh no no no no!" Twilight Sparkle immediately interjects. "We're not... we're just a brother and sister." Both of the siblings blush heavily, trying to look away.

"Mon dieu! I was just teasing! How could I evér doubt our beloved Prince and The Element Of Magic of such things?" she says with a small giggle.

They order the Tea Of The Day, which has several ingredients that neither of them has ever heard of. Silky Suave leaves the two blushing ponies in her wake.

"So... uh... Guess we're kinda famous?" Shining Armor says.

"Well... we are kind of national heroes," Twilight answers, with just a hint of indignation in her voice.

"Huh. Never thought of it like that," the Prince says, before his eyes almost bulge out from their sockets. "Twily have you seen the prices? The tea we just ordered cost 10 bits! For a simple cup of tea!" he whispers loudly.

"Guess that's why there's nopony here?" Twilight Sparkle says with a smirk. “Also, she said 'moi', but the correct phrase is 'je', so I think she's faking it.” Shining Armor stares at her bookworm of a sister in disbelief, and they burst into a giggle, their shared mirth breaking some of the tension they've gathered up from the day's events.

"So..." he starts.

"So...?" she answers.

"Uhm... lovely weath—"

"So aren't you going to ask me what I bought?" Her eyes have taken on the familiar glimmer of a fanatic lector about to start a monologue.

Shining Armor gives up. There's no stopping her sister when she has that look. "Fine. What did you get?"

"I thought you'd never ask!" She levitates the bag onto the table and pulls out a book and a black box before her brother has time to intercept. "They're Neighsa Balls. I read about them in a Japonyan book about sexual health. A mare inserts them and uses them to stimulate the abdominal muscles to make them stronger." To Shining Armor, her voice sounds like a shout, and as he glances nervously around, he is certain that the other ponies in the restaurant are now listening in on them. And laughing at them. About the Prince and his crazy sister talking about sex toys in public. One of the ponies he looks at seems to blush and gives him a nervous wave of her hoof. This confirms Shining Armor's worst fears: she must have heard what his sister just said.

Twilight Sparkle doesn't seem to notice; instead she pops the package open, and a row of a few small orbs connected by a string slowly descend on the table surrounded by her magic. Shining Armor is halfway over the table in a fraction of a second, trying to cover the offending material from possible onlookers. He misses his grab, and ends up with the string of orbs on his muzzle. With some quick thinking, he slams a menu on top of them with a loud bang.

"Twilight! We're in public!" he whispers. His nervous glances seem to confirm that they are now the center of attention.

She looks at him with a raised brow, a good scientific rant interrupted before it could even get started properly.

"I'm sure they can't hear us, Shiny. Typical pony speech at an average volume in a space like this can typically only carry as far as—"

"Whatever! Geez! Put it away, okay? Can you explain without a show-and-tell? Please?" A cold bead of sweat drops down from his mane onto his fur, sending goosebumps rippling along his back.

"Hmph." She levitates the small balls back into the box and packs it away. She leaves the book on the table and opens it at her bookmark, showing his brother a very graphic image of how the orbs are actually used. He finds himself both reluctant, and very interested to look at the pictures.

"So, in practical BBBFF-ese, what do they do?" he asks.

"They, uhm... make a mare tighter down there. And are also a good practice for pregnancy and childbirth."

"You aren't..." he asks with his eyes wide, making Twilight rear back in horror.

"No! Of course not! And I don't even have a coltfriend yet," she says defensively, but retaliates. "But I will, one day. And I will have foals. And it's not like the application of the balls wouldn't stimulate the erogenous zones—"

"Twily! Uncle! TMI!" he says while waving both of his hooves in front of him as if to ward off the knowledge of his sisters self-gratification.

"What? It's completely natural. And I know you do it."

"Wait, what? How?" he asks, his tongue lost somewhere in his gullet.

"We lived in the same room, remember? I saw you do it many times in the toilet with the lingerie magazines, and also when you thought I was asleep and you made so much noise that I thought you were choking or something. And the huge pile of tissues you left in the trash. So when I asked mom if you were sick, she explained to me about masturbation and that it was completely natural for a colt of your age to—"

"Mom? You... me? Asked? You told mom that I... "

"Yeah. She told me how fillies do it too, and told me it's nothing to be ashamed of. Just that it's something you should do in private. She actually said she was proud of you... Is there something wrong?" Twilight asks in confusion.

Shining Armor finally manages to catch his breath. "Let's never, ever speak of this again. Ever."

"But—"

"Never. Ever." He glares at the smaller mare, trying to stare her down with sheer desperation. To his surprise, he succeeds.

"Fine. But I still think you're being a baby."

"Well... yeah. But it's just that..." he rubs the back of his head with a forehoof and a small bead of sweat appears on his forehead. "I never thought my little sister would go to a shop like that."

"Miss Copper runs a nice establishment. And it's not like I haven't been there before."

"Miss Copper? Wasn't he a... he?"

"He's... homoamorous. And he wishes to be called a Miss."

"But still, a porn shop—"

"Erotic shop for adults. I'll have you know that I am an adult mare and can visit such establishments as I see fit!" she says with a childish pout. "And you were going there too, weren't you?"

"I wasn't!" He turns away to look outside from the window, afraid to meet her eyes. "I just happened to pass by and got curious." To his surprise, his mumbling is answered with a giggle.

"Shiny, there's nothing wrong with taking care of your sexual health."

"I dunno. Feels weird, that's all."

"Are you really saying that you haven't been to an erotic store before, BBBFF?" she asks incredulously.

"It's not something I should be talking about with my little sister," he mumbles.

"Really? Never?" Twilight stares at him in disbelief.

He cannot bring himself to answer, and the lull in the conversation is only extended because Silky returns with their drinks. Twilight takes a sip from his tea and pushes her tongue out like a foal.

"Hot!" she says while waving her hoof at her tongue.

"There's a grown mare for you," Shining Armor remarks, and they share a smile. He takes a sip from his drink, being careful not to burn his own tongue.

"Hmm... for a 10 bit cup of tea, this really isn't that bad." The warm drink drives the last of the chill from his body, and he finally allows his posture to slump down a bit.

"But honestly. Never?" Twilight asks.

"Fine. Never. You happy now?"

"Wow. And I thought stallions could hardly stay away from there. I mean, with all the—"

"Waa waa waa not listening!" He slams his forehooves to his ears, earning amused glances from the two other occupied tables. He quickly returns his hooves to his lap and stares after them in embarrassment. Twilight barely manages not to laugh as she tries to take a refined sip from her drink, the official duty of all younger siblings to torment their big brothers fulfilled.

"So are you going there? I can come with you if you'd like. I know their inventory by heart—"

"Twily! Why in Equestria do you know that?" His words are slurred because of his slack jaw.

"Well... ehehe..." She smiles awkwardly. "Their catalogue kind of came in the mail and I couldn't resist reading it. And because I couldn't let Spike see it, I had to commit all of it into memory before I disposed of it." She sips her tea. "Although I wonder how much Spike could get out of their products. There isn't too much material on the sexual development of baby dragons in any of my books, and most of Miss Copper's stuff is ponies only."

"Wasn't there another one? Copper and..."

"Honey Pot. She makes and sells the more... unusual items."

"I know I'm going to regret this, but I guess it's par for the course lately." He takes a deep breath to steady his nerves. "What kind of unusual?"

This makes even Twilight Sparkle blush a little bit. "The... kinky kind. Like... saddles, bits and bridles, hoofcuffs, even..." she gulps. "...riding crops."

"Seriously? Ponies really use that kind of stuff? I mean, saddles I understand because I've seen many mares use them..."

"Made of pleather? Tied up with tight strings? With additional holes to force the wearer's tail to point up? And it's not like they're all for mares."

"You're enjoying this too much, Twily," Shining Armor says in defeat and crumples on the table with one hoof held forward, the other still nursing his cup.

"You're one to talk. You were always the one to teach me things outside of books. It's nice to be the teacher for once." Twilight Sparkle gives him a gentle smirk, which is soon answered. He gets up once he notices how much of a slouch he must seem, and a mighty yawn escapes his lips.

"I have to get to the station soon. If I don't make the train, the next one's going to be two hours and twelve minutes."

"Let me guess... you couldn't let Spike read the train schedule either?"

"No, silly. Why would I do someth... oh. Very funny."

"Gotcha. But why do you need the train? Can't you just magic your way to Ponyville?"

"I thought about it, but the last time I tried it with luggage, the luggage ended up almost burned to a crisp. And when I say luggage, I mean Spike. Good thing he's fireproof."

"I'll walk you to the station," he says while getting up. He drops twenty bits on the table and walks over to his sister and pulls her chair back like a gentlecolt.

"Oh, my. What a charming knight in—"

"Shining Armor you are. That's so old." He feigns exasperation with his hoof on his forehead, but they both end up giggling like foals.

The siblings walk to the door and turn to wave at the waitress, who returns their farewell, along with the rest of the customers, which makes Shining Armor flatten his ears along his head once again.

The streets have started to fill up, ponies coming from work and heading home or to shop. They still manage to walk side by side in the crowd. "So did you visit the folks?" he asks.

"Didn't you know? Mom and Dad are on a vacation at Las Palominos," she says while dodging two foals who have run away from their shouting mother.

"Huh? Why doesn't anypony tell me anything lately?"

"They told me they'd sent you a letter about it because you were so busy."

The Prince's mind wanders back to a certain pile of neglected paperwork on his worktable. He returns a diplomatic. "Oh, must have missed it."

The crowd thickens the closer they get to the station, and Shining Armor walks in front to make room for the smaller mare. They soon end at the platform, and Twilight's train is already loading passengers.

The purple mare turns to hug her big brother, having to climb onto her hind legs to reach his neck. "Why did you have to grow so big? I need a stepladder just to hug you."

"Blame dad. He always hid the cookies on the top shelf."

"Now who's the one making old jokes, BBBFF?"

"Guilty as charged. But seriously though, you have to come visit me and Cady properly sometime. We really miss you."

"I'll try. There's just so much stuff going on in Ponyville. Just last week I had to find the real Pinkie Pie from her fifty clones."

"Not going to ask."

"Tee-hee." She turns and moves for the train, whooshing her tail from side to side along with her rump without even noticing. And then she turns to look over her shoulder and blows him a raspberry, reminding him that's she's still the same little sister.

"Bye, BBBFF!" She shouts, and Shining Armor waves after her. As she vanishes through the doors, he is left alone in the crowd. For some reason, his mind keeps wandering back to their conversation in the café. He tries to shake his head and turns to walk back to the castle, but his mind catches up and races past him.

They make a mare tighter down there.

Not going there.

Stimulate the erogenous zones.

Wonder how she does it? NO NO NO! Not going to think about that.

I am NOT going to think about that. She's my little

Cute, petite, adult mare, who is clearly very self-conscious of her marehood.

Watched you do it several times.

She watched me do it? Maybe... she did it to herself at the same time? I had the top bed, but did she put her own hoof between her legs and... CRAP

He feels the erection press against his stomach. In horror, he scans around him if somepony has already noticed him. Luckily for him, nopony has stopped to stare at him yet. But a group of schoolfoals are walking through the throng of ponies, clearly returning from their field-trip to Canterlot. And they're bound to see under his stomach.

And then one of them will ask their teacher and CRAP CRAP CRAP!

He looks around, the familiar feeling of panic gripping his chest.

Prince! I can't be seen here like this! I'd be kicked out of the castle. Or banished. Have to hide, have to...

His darting eyes find the safe haven he is looking for. He barrels through the crowd, heedlessly pushing ponies left and right. This is the only place he can feel safe, the rest of the portals of rapture marked with signs of 'Closed For Maintenance'. His salvation is close, but somepony else is almost at the last door. He pushes him to the side, muttering, "Emergency." The stallion shouts something about it being his turn, but Shining Armor doesn't listen. He grabs the door to the toilet, and slams it shut behind him, hearing the comforting sound of the lock clicking shut after him.

Panting, he leans on the wall. The toilet he is in is made for just one pony, the room being only a few feet across. There is only a stool, a sink and a mirror, nothing else. He carefully takes a breath. His nose cringes at the smell of the base stench of the cleaning agents, but at least it's not the acrid ammonia scent he dreaded to find in a public toilet.

They must have just cleaned or something. Lucky me.

His legs shake uncontrollably, and he can't stay standing. Slowly, he slides down to the floor, only making sure that his Little Shiny doesn't touch the floor. It stands strong against the receding panic and heavy breathing of its owner, minding its own business, which is to point at the ceiling and wait for a mare to sit on it. The hormones that rush through his body accompany the adrenaline, and he feels ready to burst on the spot. He closes his eyes.

This is not happening. I'm not hiding in a public toilet with a boner.

He opens his eyes and looks down.

Yeah. I am.

He slams the back of his head on the wall and looks at the lamp in the ceiling.

"Fuck."

And why is he here? Because...

Because of the swaying hips of the little mare, entering the train. Because of the purple flanks of a creature that he never thought of anything else than a kid sister. The uplifted tail, the precocious remarks. The pictures, the neighsa balls. "They even have hoofcuffs and riding crops," her voice swims through his head.

"Stop! Thinking! About! Your! SISTER!" he accentuates every desperate word with a slam against the wall.

Someone responds his slams with a heavy knock on the door next to him. "Hey, buddy! Other people need to go too. Hurry it up will ya?"

I can't stay here. I have to get out.

His member has different ideas, relentlessly standing tall against the crisis of its owner.

Horseapples! Here goes. Trottingham versus Liverypool. Second half. Doni Poni has the ball at the goal. He turns around and kicks it far to the midfield. Coats is far from his defence zone, but picks up the ball from mid-air and passes it in one fluid motion to Joe Colt. He charges in, his moustachioned muzzle cutting the air in front. Dodging the second line of defence, he passes to the purple mare walking slowly to the train, her rump making inviting... this isn't working! What else can I try? Oh yeah! Cadance! My lovely, dear, wife. The love of my life! The... big, strong alicorn that always wants to be on top when we make love. Even on our wedding night she made all the moves, making me follow suit. I was tapped out from the day at the beach, but she wanted it so bad. And something else happened—

Someone slams an angry hoof on the door. "Come on! This ain't funny, bro!"

"Just... just a minute!" he answers. He levitates a piece of toilet paper to himself and tries to remember how to fold a crane out of it. It takes him several minutes, but he finally admits defeat and tosses it to the bowl. He looks down, and Little Shiny stares back.

Okay. That didn't work either. Why don't I think about... An image of the Changeling Queen wiggling her chitinous backside to him is soon followed by a thought of him turning to kiss Princess Luna in the moonlit meadow.

"Crap! Why won't it stop?!" His mind once again returns to his sister. Her giggles, her little ribs at him.

She's always so understanding. And she said it was completely natural. And Luna said there's nothing wrong with stuff happening in your dreams? Isn't imagination kinda the same? So if I just... think about Twily and never tell her...

The mere thought is enough to send a cramp through his abdomen, his erection hardening even more.

"Dude, you okay in there? Should I call a janitor? Or a doctor?" It's a different voice from before. He tries to shut the sounds from his mind and pushes his hooves to his tool, rubbing it from both sides. The short fur on the sides of his hooves feels familiar, like meeting an old friend after a long time.

Hay, when was the last time I did this? It has to be before we got together with Cady. Oh yeah, she had oestrus in the spring so we could do it and I did it back then. So... half a year? Oh yeah, gotta make this quick. So Twilight. I'm... pushing her on the floor of my room... Crap this is so wrong. She moans like she wants me to put it in. She's dripping wet. Why? Cos I... licked her. Yeah. I licked her sweet, tight little slit. I licked it and she liked it. My little Twilight. Come to big brother.

"Give it to me, Big Brother Best Fuck Forever!" she yells in desperation I grab her flanks and she waves her butt from side to side. I bite on her tail and yank her up. She squeals and obeys, lifting her backside even higher. I smell her juices. They are dripping on the carpet. Heh. Those bloody maids will take ages to get that out. I'm going to make them do it with their tongues. And I'll watch. Serves them right. I'm going to make such a mess they'll crumple and cry when they see the stains. Hah! Aah! I can't take it anymore. Twily, bring your sweet ass here. Mmmh... oh yes. You're so tight I can hardly get it in.

"It's the neighsa balls. I practiced just for you, Shiny. I love you, Shiny."

"Shut up and bite the carpet. All I want to hear from you is your moaning."

"Aaah!" she answers me and I thrust in the whole way. She shrieks in pain, but when I back off, she shouts "More! Give it to me! I want it!"

"I told you... to shut up!" I yell and thrust back in. She squeals like the little mare she is. Not like Cady, but like a obedient...little.... Aaaah! I thrust and I thrust and she feels slipperier every push but her slit is still tight as if it was her first time. Hay, it might be. Yeah. I can even feel the little trickle of blood on my balls for taking her virginity. Oh yes! I'm taking my little sister's virginity and she's loving it! And then... and then...!

The pulses start in his stomach, and he barely has time to aim his tool away from himself. The splatter lands about a foot from his tip, and slowly the pulses slow down, the semen drawing a line to the furthest point to just where it was launched. The world swims in his eyes from the relief, but only for a few seconds. Then the horror returns.

I... I just... with my little sister.

The waves of nausea almost make him sick on the floor, but he swallows it back in.

"Sir? This is Lance-Constable Silverhoof of the Royal Guard. Are you alright in there? Sir? Please exit the lavatory or I will have to open it, by force if necessary.

"Just... a minute," he manages to say while suppressing his retches. He moves to take a drink from the sink, but feels his hind hoof slide on the floor.

Crap! That's my... argh.

He grabs several feet of toilet paper from the roll and sweeps it all along the floor, trying to catch as much of the offending material as possible. Tears are forming in his eyes from his thoughts, and he throws the clump of paper into the toilet and flushes it down. His tool has fallen flaccid to his relief, and he takes a few seconds more to wash his forehooves. And then he bravely opens the door.

A group of several ponies stand in a semi-circle around the door. One of them, the stallion he cut past dashing into the toilet and locking it in one sweeping movement. The two guards that had been summoned, stare with open mouths at their Commander, and after a small hesitation, salute him. He returns the greeting.

"Back to your posts, guardsponies. And leave this incident out of the reports. Matter of National Security. Need To Know. You don't need to. Am I making myself clear?"

"Yes, sah!" they say in unison, and leave at full trot.

Shining Armor doesn't even look at the other ponies, just makes a beeline for the exit. When he gets back on the street, he grabs a cab and heads for the Castle, having had enough hooves-on experience for one day.

He pays double for the cab driver to never tell a soul that he cried the whole way.