How will you going to take responsibility for this?
“You alright? We noticed you earlier. Are you not feeling well?” Two women approached me. They had worried expressions, but I could hardly hear them anymore because I was covering and holding my hands on my dress to press the thing that was tinkling in my v****a.
I removed my right hand and raised it to them and seemed to be saying I was just fine, and they had nothing to worry about. I wanted them to leave because I was afraid they might hear the thing jingling inside my underwear. I glanced at Adams' door. Furthermore, I couldn’t see him because a folded curtain covered his glass window.
“Are you sure? Okay, we're going to have break time.” The two women's faces were unhappy before leaving. Their concern is genuine. The ambiance h
