A Kinky Little Monkey

I was thrown in the car and pressed against Clark's chest as I sat on his lap unwillingly with his hands firmly wrapped around me

"You fucker, leave me!" I yelled, although I felt a bit dizzy. His grip only tightened and I tried to bite him. "Grr . . . Grrrr . . ."

I was only a bit drunk and that didn't matter much anyway. I was acting just a little extreme than my usual self, not a huge difference. Good thing that I didn't drink much or else zombie apocalypse would have arised. Clark managed to keep my face away from his arm by tugging at my hair slightly and I continued to act like a leashed dog.

The car halted and Clark scooped me in his arms, while I continued to trash and scream. He swiftly carried me upstairs and clamped his large hand over my mouth to prevent me from screaming.

He said quietly, "Hush . . . Robert is downstairs. We don't want him to hear, do we?"

I licked his hand which made him withdrew it immediately, so I could speak. "You're acting as if we're getting freaky