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 Frances Louis in

rut?

much. I can't sit by.” The man nibbles my shoulder, his voice

want

Don’t you want to

What?

“Just in case…”

Frances Louis swallows

and takes

I want to go the bathroom. I can't

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

you are

also forgets that

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

at the bathroom and

Frances Louis

embarrassment, picking up the

please tell him to be moderate or he won't

what Betty said and turns his head to stare at her. Betty runs into the bathroom

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