In the gym of a university. Trevor Sanderson, in a blue basketball uniform, walked through the gates of the gym. As soon as he entered the gym, he picked up the empty water bottles and soda cans left by the crowd that watched the last game. "It would be great if the university held a basketball match every day. I could easily make fifty bucks by gathering these bottles and cans. If I make that much every day, I can buy Sylvia an iPhone for her birthday. Trevor raised his head and looked at the cluttered gym with excitement. While he was in the middle of collecting bottles and cans, a group of tall male students strode out of the locker room. The one walking in the middle of the group had red hair named Bernard Collins and a cigarette in his mouth. He picked up a sock and threw it at Trevor. Before Trevor could dodge, the sock landed directly on his face, and a pungent sourness hit his nostrils. "I asked everyone on the team to save their dirty clothes for an entire week so that you could earn more money. It smells great, doesn't it?". Bernard waved his hand, and the others tossed their dirty laundry toward Trevor. "It’s better for this kind of trash to get out of our school before it's too late!". "This guy has disgraced the school!". "I think he's not picking up trash, but he's deliberately spoiling our fun!". "Wimp!". "I

Trevor shook the dirty sock off his face and flushed. He could not offen d Bernard. After all, he was but a mere college stude nt from a poor family. He could only work part-time on weekend s and offer his errand and homework ser vices to his schoolmates to make money. It was the only w ay he could afford to go to college. If Trevor had a choice, he would no t do business with someone as obnox ious and self-important as Bernard. But since he had to make money to put hims elf through college, all he could do was s wallow his pride and keep his anger at bay. He took a deep breath, picked up the sock Berna rd threw, and tossed it . into the b ucket. "Fifty bucks for all of th em," he said. Bernard took out his wallet, pulled out some dollars, and threw them at Trevor's feet. With a smug smile, he said, "Here's fifty-five and another errand I want yo u to run. I want you to pick up a parcel at the school gate and take it to the locker room. It's for Dennis Cooper, the leader of the basketball team. After saying that, Bernard turn ed around and left with the res t of the group with excitement. Trevor picked up the mo ney from the floor and clenched it in his fist. "I don't like dealing with that jerk B ernard and his friends, but as long as I can make money off them, I'm fine. After Bernard and his teammates left, Trevor carried on picking up empty wate r bottles and soda cans around the gym. After filling up his trash bag, he we nt to the recycling center outside the school to sell what he had collected

Then, he rushed to the school gate t o get the parcel for Dennis and then made his way back to the locker room. Along the way, Trevor carefully counted the money he earned today. He was tired, b ut he felt that it was worth it. He could not wait to save enough money to buy gift s for his dear girlfriend. Trevor was about to open the door to the locker room when a woman' s groan stopped him in his tracks. "What? Why i s that voice so familiar?" . The woman on the oth er side of the door s quealed with delight. Trevor's face turned red as his heart started thud ding against his ribcage. He suddenly came to the horrifying re alization that the voice was so simil ar to his girlfriend Sylvia Farrows’. "Oh, Dennis, I love it when y ou touch my breasts like that . Just like that. Don't stop. "Come now, Sylvia. Hey, I bought you some sexy lingerie today. Put it on later, and we'll have some more fun. When Trevor heard their conversation, he could not deny it any longer. “Sylvia? What are y ou doing?” . Trevor's blood b oiled as he kick ed the door open. He was stunned and petrified by what he saw