Then he pressed upon her with his tall figure while his thin lips got closer to her cheeks, and his big hands fumbled over her.
"Joseph, I was just joking with you," Irish swallowed nervously with her hands resisting his chest. "Let's leave. I'm serious."
She knew robberies and shootings often occurred in this place.
"But I'm not joking with you," Joseph smiled, and then he turned on the switch. The seat began to lower, and he pressed upon her while his hand pulled up her skirt.
In the dim light, his usual rationality was replaced by a strong Iust. He was like a beast that was going to swallow her.
Irish knew what he was going to do and was stunned by his behavior. She took a look outside the window and covered his lips. "Are you crazy? Do you want to make love here? I want to go back to the hotel."
