The Demo Site

I got pretty wasted at a drinking session with some schoolmates. I wasn’t too worried, though, because I knew my boyfriend (who was older than I was) would be picking me up that night to bring me home. Some time later, I remember being carried by two of my friends into the backseat of my boyfriend’s car. Finally, we pulled up in front of my house. When I heard him open the backdoor and felt his hands reach under me to carry me into the house, I surprised him by pulling him down on top of me and kissing him torridly. Next thing I knew, his hands were everywhere, and he was lifting my skirt up, pulling my panties to the side. We did it in the car, hard and fast. And then I fell asleep. When I was conscious again, he was laying me down on my bed.

I pulled him close to me and we went for another round of frenzied lovemaking. before I lost consciousness again. I didn’t wake up again until the next morning. I was still dressed in the outfit I wore the night before and had a pounding hangover. I went downstairs to get something for my headache, changed clothes, and went back to sleep. I woke up past lunchtime. It was only then that I had the time to check my phone—with several missed calls and a dozen messages. What I read made my blood run cold. From my boyfriend, the message said: “Babe, sorry I can’t pick you up, I’ve a late meeting for my org. I asked our driver, Mang Jojo, to drop you off at your house na lang.” He still doesn’t know to this day, and I’ve never ridden with Mang Jojo ever again.