Britney felt the smell of alcohol wafting from Manuel's mouth, and gradually she began to wonder if she was getting drunk. She also felt an increasingly intense heat emanating from his body, making her feel uncomfortable all over.
She squirmed in his arms, pushing against his chest.
But the more she moved, the harder he pushed.
"Um... Manuel..." she squeaked and mumbled incessantly, unsure if the man had even heard her.
The water in the glass was constantly shaking and spilling.
Clusters of water stains soaked into the ground, resembling plum blossoms.
Britney thought that this man must have been sober, otherwise how could he have taken the glass from her hand with his eyes closed, and placed it so easily on the marble table behind him?
Britney witnessed all of this with her own eye
