AsKeithreachedunderhisshirt,Itriedtoloosenmylips,andthenIeagerlythrewthekissingpadaroundmyneck,thenpushedmeagainstthewall,rippedmyshirtopenandtightenedmyhair.Keithregainedconsciousnesswhenhishandswerebusystrokingmychestandabdomen.
"Saywait,"Iyelledslightly,andKeithsuddenlypausedandlookedatme.
"What'sthematter,Gwent?"
Whatwouldyouask?Thisisontheroad.Althoughitisanarrowanddarkplace,Idon'twanttobeoutdoors.Moreimportantly,nearmeandyou,thisisatrashcanofbugleaves,andyoupitymynose!
Asfor"goingbacktotheroom",Iamtoolazytoexplainitforalongtime,soIwillbeverybrief.
ButKeithwouldn'tlisten,unhookedmypantshookandpulleditlowsoIcouldscreamloudly.
"Idon'twanttobehere!"
"ButIwantto...listentoGwen'svoice."
"Gobacktomyroom,Idon'twanttobeoutdoors."Istillinsist.
Keithstoppedagain,suddenlystopped,hewasreadytoattackme,Ialmostbreathedasighofrelief,ifhedidn'tsay,hewoulddie.
"Thenlet'sgotothecar."