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?”

scared by him, looking at

in a full rut? Why

much. I can't sit by.” The

I want you?”

you want to have

What?

“Just in case…”

Frances Louis swallows

and takes off

Sir, would you mind moving to another place? I want to go the bathroom.

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

you

Louis probably also forgets that

you let me stay here so I could make breakfast in the morning?” Betty rolls

doesn’t contradict her. He points at the bathroom and says to

Frances Louis

my dress in embarrassment, picking up the dropped

please tell him to be moderate or he

and turns his head to stare at

in, so I go back to my room. I have