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 Frances

in a full rut? Why is he so

by.” The man

did I want you?” I ask

condoms. Don’t you want to have sex with

What?

“Just in case…”

swallows

my desire and takes off

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

from behind. I turn around in horror and see her standing in the doorway with an embarrassed

you are

Louis probably also forgets that Betty is

could make breakfast in the morning?”

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

Frances Louis

picking up the dropped bag and follow

him to be moderate or he won't have the energy to work during the

Louis hears what Betty said and turns his head to stare

to go in, so I go back to my room. I have a vague feeling in my stomach. Maybe