Chapter 6 You can Exploit Me as Much as You Can

Leaving the Carter family, I had nowhere to go, so I have to call my best girlfriend, Queenie Chipman.

Her phone was off.

She and I were classmates at the orphanage. She is two years older than me. She was sponsored by a kind-hearted business executive. After graduating from high school, she studied at an aviation college because of her beautiful appearance and good temperament. When she graduated from the college, she became an airline stewardess.

In fact, my university education was also funded by a good person, and he gave me a lot of help.

It's just that I have never seen him.

Queenie's mobile phone was turned off that means she was working.

I hung out on the street. Not far away, I saw a signboard of a shop light the corner of the street. When I walked towards it, I found out that it was a bar.

I happened to need a drink.

I came to the bar for the first time, and it was different from what I imagined.

It is not lively and extraordinary, but quiet.

I walked slowly to the bar, pretended a regular customer and said, "Give me a cup of vodka, no, three cups."

I don't know wine, but I know that this is strong drink that Russians love to drink.

After all, it's a fighting nation. I thought it's easy to knock down me for drowning my sorrows.

Sure enough, when I drained the cups with one gulp, double shadows began to appear in front of me.

This was really a serious bar. When he watched I was drunk, the bartender asked me, "Miss, you have drunk too much. Do you have any friend? I will contact him to send you home."

Although I was drunk, my brain was very clear.

As soon as he asked, I was a little confused.

Friend?

I was always busy at working in the university, and I didn't live in school, so I had few contacts with classmates.

Jerry was working, what other friends I have...

When I wanted to refuse, I had printed a series of numbers in my mind which was the number of Jeff.

Although his number was only known a few days ago, I have remembered it deep in my heart.

I reported Jeff's number to the bartender, and then I heard the bartender dial the phone number and ask me what my name was. After I reported the name, I waited at the bar.

He wouldn't come for me.

I thought so.

But after a while, I heard the familiar male voice sounds beside my ear. "Where is she?"

In this quiet bar, the voice was low and nice, like a cello's chapter.

I was drunk and felt that the man picked me up and threw me into the co-pilot. After a moment, I felt that the man's hormonal breath was close to me. Although I didn't know what he was going to do, my head only jumped two words at that moment.----

Revenge.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, when this thought appeared in my mind, I opened my eyes. I hooked the man's neck in front of me, looked at his thin lips, and kissed them all at once.

I heard the sound of the seat belt retracted in the ear.

Sure enough, I think too much in my mind.

I didn't know how to kiss, so I kissed particularly stiff, and my lips only stop on his lips for a second and were pushed away.

Then, with a very disgusting tone, he said, "You are really low, without the basic shame."

If it was normal, I would get off the car immediately, but at this time I was driven away from the senses by alcohol. Not only did I not get off the car, but also looked at the man's black eyes with a pair of bleary eyed, smiled and said, "I'm not low. You are my first man, but not hers."

Listened my words, Sean's countenance was immediately clouded, his hand choked my neck directly, and he asked slowly, "What are you talking about?"

This time, he didn't chock me so tight.

I was even more daring. I touched the man's lower back with one hand and get close to him, said, "I saw Molly and Mr. Carter's driver had sex in the car in the garage. I also know that she had promiscuous sex with several boys in the boys' dormitory during the school holiday, and was discovered by the smugglers and given a demerit. You can't investigate the previous thing. But you can investigate the other."

Because I was close to him, I clearly saw that the expression on Sean's face became more and more gloomy.

I have heard that men have more or less obsession with cleanliness about women, and it's sure enough.

I reached out and pinched his waist with my fingers, pretending to be cynical, "But I am clean, only have sex with you one person. And you can develop me as much as you could."