Fifty-Three.

Patience was a virtue that could lead one to so many places in life, but impatience was another that was plain ghastly. She did acknowledge that fact – no, patience was something that she, Rita, tried to put into constant practice.

However, when one desired something that was walking past them every single day, who would continue to exercise even an ounce of patience? That was about Rita, and honestly, it was stressing her like hell.

Today, she could be seen in her room, lying on the bed, all dressed slutty due to the shortness of her dress. Her eyes gaped continuously at the ceiling, but in reality, they were focused on the pill that she held in between her fingers.

“I want to bury myself in him already” sheer lust was laced with her words, and slowly, she bit her lips.

A sigh left her lips as Rita placed the pill on the top of the desk close to her bed. Adjusting her position, she gawked at it as several thoughts danced around in her head.

“What to do? Shall I commence with the plan