The sky was overcast, the lightening leaped from cloud to cloud. It was getting darker outside. The raindrops, bigger than beans, hit the ground desperately, and only the sound of rain could be heard. Edison thought that rain would not stop until the next morning.
Edison pulled Victoria closer to him while Victoria pushed Edison's hand away in vain. She was so weak and it was like she was pushing away a steady rock.
"Victoria, I will be gentle. Let’s do it. I promise you’ll enjoy this.” Edison didn't have sweet words, but his words was full of wildness.
Victoria didn’t answer him right away. She felt that Edison was a good person. While she was thinking, Edison took her to the bedroom. She lay back down on the bed with her legs hanging over the bed.
She was still wearing the wet jeans
