Luther.
Luther.
“Are you just going to stare at my cóck? Wala ‘yang paa para dumiretso sa bibig mo,” malamig na turan ko sa babaeng nakaluhod sa aking paanan.
What’s her name again? Karina? Karylle? Oh, damn! What’s with their fúcking complicated names?
“B-baka m-may makakita sa atin d-dito,” mahinang saad ng babae na halata ang kaba sa mukha.
Tamad akong napasandal sa gilid ng aking sasakyan. Madilim sa parking lot kung saan kami naroroon, pero rinig na rinig pa rin dito ang malakas na tugtugan mula sa bar hindi kalayuan.
“So we are not going to continue this?” I gritted my teeth. My patience is wearing thin. Ang daming arte!
I hold the waistband of my pants and am about to pull it up when the woman holds my hand.
“N-no! ‘Wag!” The woman looked up at me. Her eyes were almost be
