“That’s why it took so long, it’s getting better.” He whispered but I heard him say that because of my face! Thick! His grin was fixed on his lips again. He stepped back and turned to go to his car.
“Hey I’m going to make you beautiful ?!” I shouted, but he just shrugged his shoulders as if he wasn’t satisfied with my answer. He opened the door of front seat for me.
“All right, you’re not getting better.” But the smirk of the fool is still there. “Get in.” He pushed me to walk and get in the car but before I could get in he whispered something about it.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispered and closed the door to turn around and get in the driver’s seat.
I’ve had a bad trip before and I’m really annoyed with this i***t. Earlier, someone was whistling while driving. The excitement and joy of
