In My Desperate Time

I'm so angry with him that I really don't want to be in the same space with him.

It's getting late now, and the wind is blowing strongly, which makes me feel a little cold.

Frances Louis drives slowly behind me.

I go faster, and he drives faster. I slow down, and he also slows down.

I feel uncomfortable being stared by a pair of eyes.

“Frances Louis, what do you want? Would you stop following me?” I turn to him and ask furiously.

“This is the only way home. Are you sure I'm following you?”

The man shrugs innocently.

His car goes like a turtle and he says that he is not following me?

Never mind. I can’t beat him if he plays rogue.

I can only stop and get in his car.

Frances Louis chuckles. He steps on the gas and it's totally different from the tortoise speed before.

As soon as we get in the house, Frances Louis pins me down on the table and lifts up the hem of my skirt.

“What are you doing?”

am scared by him, looking

full rut?

me so much. I can't sit by.” The man nibbles my shoulder,

want you?”

condoms. Don’t you want to have sex

What?

“Just in case…”

Louis swallows my unfinished

my desire and takes off my

I want to go the bathroom. I

horror and see her standing in the doorway with an embarrassed look on

you

also forgets that

so I could make breakfast in the

Louis doesn’t contradict her. He points at the bathroom and says to Betty, “Betty, go to

Frances Louis goes

dress in embarrassment, picking up the dropped bag

tell him to be moderate or he

and turns his head

so I go back to my room.