In My Desperate Time

I don't know if it's just my illusion, but I always feel like I'm being interrogated like a cheating wife questioned by a husband.

But what's between Frances Louis and me? If there is anything, it is all about that night.

But we are adults, and this kind of thing is not a big deal. I am a woman and I give him my first time without saying anything, but now he is haunting me.

“Do I need to tell you that? It seems to be nothing between us.”

I leave the words lightly. All I want to do is to go to the bathroom.

Frances Louis strides forward and walks beside me, clipping me between him and the wall, leaving only a narrow passage for me.

Hearing my words, he turns his head and looks at me with a light smile, “the relationship between creditor and debtor is not enough for me to ask?”

“Enough enough enough. You're rich. You're the best. I beg you to stop haunting me!”

Damn it! I just want to go to the bathroom! Why is it so hard!

“Are you sure I'm the one who haunts you? You follow me all the way to the men's room, and I have more reason to doubt your purpose."

He says and points to the signboard on the door.

Seeing the signboard, I am awkward immediately.

I follow him to the men’s room. That’s so embarrassing!

I am unconvinced and hum. I pretend to be calm and say, “the female’s room is beside, I like to stroll outside for a while before I go in there. You have a problem?”

However, Frances Louis raises his noble chin to the opposite side and says, “No. I just want to remind you kindly that the ladies' room is down the hall. The reason why this hotel designs like this is probably to avoid women like you following men.”

The he goes into the bathroom, leaving me crying without tears.

I take a deep breath and run across the hall. I almost can’t hold it back.

Frances Louis, you just wait and see!

bathroom, I see Frances Louis coming out from the opposite side.

problem with his prostate, also his kidney function, perhaps also the impotence.

this makes me feel comfortable, then I come back to the private room feeling satisfied.

and I go into

and busy toasting each other, and no one pays attention to us.

would be another ridicule.

they have changed their seats.

there are only two vacant adjacent

is natural and

I don’t know what to do, but bite the bullet to sit beside him.

is Steven Song and

feel myself like a sandwich

should be punished to drink three

with President Song also have to

The measles would run all over my body. That looks ugly.

“Sorry, I'm allergic to alcohol. I substitute tea for the wine.” I

insist to

and says hurriedly, “Le me help her, you can’t bully a woman. The hero saving the

force companion to drink. How could you change the rules when it comes to you?”

makes Steven Song to ride the tiger.

Cindy Leigh has risen up. She pours a glass of wine and comes towards me.

“Miss Noyes, right? I drink a toast to

of wine into my mouth, almost forcibly.

of my body

and it won’t be long before I get red rashes

glasses of wine,

Steven Song can’t help

pour wine into me, he grabs the glass in her hand, drains the whole glass in one gulp, and then pours himself another

last two glasses for her. If you still don’t let her go, you are not