16 ~ At least you shaved them

I've always hated silence, especially if it gets embarrassing because of a man who keeps on

looking at your legs.

I roll my eyes in frustration:

"Stop staring at them." - mine seems to be more a prayer than a menace, as I settle better on the seat,

lowering the shirt.

"At least you shaved them." - he clears his throat, but I can't find the courage to look him in the eye and I keep on

looking out the window.

«So you're from Coumpton.» - he continues, but I don't answer, even if his seemed like a statement and not a question.

I nod just few seconds later, trying to strike up a civil conversation with him, but I interrupt when I turn my head in his direction and notice his perfect profile as he concentrates on driving.

"Stop staring at me." - he laughs at me, then I immediately look away:

"At least you took off your mustache." - I imitate his answer, then I start looking at him again not to lose his

reaction:I frown:

"I've never had a mustache." -he puts a hand through his hair while giving me a quick glance.

"It was a joke." - I snort annoyed. I feel stupid when he doesn't understand me. Almost everyone like my jokes.

Eccept my mother ...

"Did you have any accidents as a child?"-he asks soon after, so I make a confused expression and suddenly answer:

"No, why?" - I look at him curiously, but he just shrugs and laughs at the same time, whispering soon after:

"So you were born like this." -he continues to talk to himself.

How was I born?

I would like to interrupt him, but he doesn't give me time to talk and anticipates me again:

"There are several categories of girls, but you don't fit into any of them."

"Why?" - I ask surprised, waiting for a compliment that comes out for the first time from his lips.

"There are beautiful and ugly women, shy women and women who show themselves proud. You are...."-he starts reasoning with a hoarse and attractive tone of voice, making me loose myself for a minute:

"How am I?" - I ask after some time, anxious for the adjective he has reserved for me in his dirty dark mind.

«You are ...» - he thinks about it again, as if he couldn't find the right term to describe me.

It didn't take me long to get to know him: he is a man like many others, one of those who, looking into a woman's face, they already start wondering what shape her vagina will have.

"You're crazy, Hannah." - he says all of a sudden while passing his tongue between his lips, continuing not watching me.

I frown at his words,

seriously offended, and I fold my arms over my chest, sulking.

What could I expect from someone like James? Indeed, judging by his lousy character, his conclusion

turns out to be actually a compliment.

"Asshole!" - I whisper, hoping not to be heard by him.

«I'm glad you finally got it.» - he says in turn with a proud face, while he raises the angle of his mouth in a dirty smile.

"So? How long does it take? »- I ask impatiently to change the subject with a cold expression.

"Actually we have already passed three supermarkets" - he informs me, while I open my mouth, stretching my body

towards his, after unfastening the seat belt:

"I'll kill you!" - I yell, but as soon as he notices my move, he suddenly turns the wheel, making a sharp movement to the right side of the car, which makes meI lose my balance and end up finding myself with

her arms around his neck and my face at the crook of his neck.

I let out a frightened scream, but as soon as I realize my mouth is in contact with his mighty shoulder,

I open my eyes wide and take a deep breath to fill my nostrils of the deep parfume of his skin, making his muscles contract against my mouth, so I suddenly detach myself and try to return to my place, ready to shoot a lot of bad words to him.

I put my elbow on his shoulder, but the car moves again so fast that I fall forward and I look for somewhere I can place my other hand, making him force a smile when I scream between my teeth:

«Stop it!»

I press the palm of my hand on James's leg, at the exact moment when a loud moan comes out of his mouth, interrupting his laughter.

I understand his reaction only when I realize that I have placed my hand on his genitals.

I open my mouth and blush as he opens his legs better.

"Yes, babe, that's what I need right now. " - he says with a mischievous expression, but I don't let him finish and with the same

hand I slap him hard on his face for the anger, with so much force that his head is tilted and the smile dies between his lips.

I immediately realize that I have exaggerated, in fact I put a hand to my mouth and dilate the pupils, looking his profile again when he turns watching the road in front of his car again, but with such a menacing expression that I stop breathing instantly.

His eyes take a red color while the muscles of his neck get even more solid, so I hasten to show him how repented I am immediately, getting far from his body and sitting on my place again.

"I didn't mean to, don't hurt me!»- I instinctively put my hands in front of my face, truly repentant

of my aggression when I notice him turn his head in my direction and watch him as I was his worst enemy, feeling so ashamed of my gesture that I don't have the courage to take my hands out of my face.

I have always hated violence, as a result of being a victim of it in elementary school.

I remember Billy's terrifying gaze as if I met him this morning ...

As I try to apologize, he clenches his jaw, but then he frowns in confusion as he returns to watch

the street.

"Hurt you? I would never hurt you.»- he says immediately and his words make me stop breathing, while I get a confused expression and try to calm down, letting my arms lie down slowly to admire his perfect concentrated profile and understand if what he said was just made up by my imagination.

"I mean… I wouldn't hurt any woman, even though I hate them. "-he corrects himself soon after, making me roll my eyes in disappointment when his face turns neutral and cold as few seconds ago.

«Of course.» - I whisper, turning my head in the exact moment he starts watching in my direction.

"Why do you hate women?" - I ask annoyed by his attitude: I'm not a feminist, but James makes me

think differently: it's so annoying that whatever he sais makes me argue otherwise.

"Because you're able to speak and useless for an entire week each month." - he says with a proud and disgusted face.

"If you had the slightest idea of a woman's pain during menstruation, you would not only respect me, but

you would also become a priest. »- I reply immediately after, offended by his position.

He sits better on the seat with his eyes focused and ready to beat me: it has now become a challenge

that I can't let him win, especially not to feed his ego, but I know I will never make him change

his mind.

«Women are useless anyway. Once men went to fight in wars and women stayed

at home."-he tries to make me feel like he has studied something of history at school, but I don't let him finish and reply:

"Once men used to go to fight, but today you work six hours and spend the rest of the time eating hamburgers in front of the television, screaming like crazy in front of some men without

a brain that run after a ball, like gorillas ... »- I say all in one breath, but he interrupts me soon after:

"You don't know how to drive!" - he shouts this time, more convinced than before.

"You don't know how to avoid accidents!" - I try to imitate the tone of his voice, but I cough when I feel

pain in my throat, making myself ridiculous, but to get revenge he makes the car make the same movement

of few minutes ago, so I find myself kissing the side of his seat.

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