He locks in my seatbelt and sits up. I watch in total daze as he starts the car and drives out of the villa.
What just happened? Why am I always caught between dizzy and angry with this jerk? I have met a lot of jerks and I have never let them walk all over me. Dad always made sure to remind me never to let a man shut me up and scare me. I met several jerks at the old people's home and I set them all straight. If I can't handle them, I report them to the HR. But with this jerk, I just start freezing whenever he gets too close. What I really want to do is swat my hand across his face. But all I do is forget to breathe. I hate it.
Snaps, snaps, snaps. His fingers sways in front of my eyes like a pendulum.
“A penny for your pretty thoughts.” He sings-song in a soft chuckle.
Coming back
