"A 60 year old professor groped me while I was on my way here."
He frowned.
I covered my lips to stop myself from laughing, but I wasn't able to hold it and I laughed so hard. His ears turned red.
"Yah..."
"Hahahaha!"
"That wasn't funny."
"Hahahahaha!"
He held the back of my neck to tickle me. My shoulders rose automatically and he took it as a chance to tickle me on my waist. I scooted away from him. This is what he does when punishing me. He only stopped when I told him I'm having a hard time catching my breath and that the baby might get hurt.
"Where should we go?" he asked. I pouted my lips.
"I don't know." I sighed and remembered John. "You know that John's skin had been ripped off, right? But I clearly saw him in the dressing room earlier with Luca. We watched them. They wer
