She sat in the passenger's seat without saying a word. It was the most obedient she had ever been with him.
He looked fiercely at the road as he drove, but from time to time, he glanced at her through the rearview mirror.
He was so mad; the grip he had on the steering wheel said it all.
He had seen her dancing with that disgusting scumbag, his hands on her waist, sniffing her like she belonged to him.
He wondered, did she always drink like that? Did she always like to party? He looked at her; she looked so drunk that he wondered how she was able to pull herself together.
Women, when drunk, blab a lot. He knew that from experience.
But she just sat there, totally quiet.
But her silence didn't last long.
"Where are you taking me?" she said, sitting up, suddenly alarmed that she
