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?”

by him, looking at

in a full rut? Why is he so

want me so much. I can't sit by.” The man nibbles my shoulder, his voice low and

want you?” I ask

you want to have

What?

“Just in case…”

Frances Louis swallows

my desire and takes

place? I want to go

horror and see her standing in the doorway with an embarrassed

Betty, you are

forgets that Betty

so I could make breakfast in

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

Louis

my dress in embarrassment, picking up the dropped bag and

he won't have the energy to work during

his head to stare at her. Betty runs into the

feel awkward to go in, so I go back