You hust had an argument with your husband, Niel.

Both of you were in the car, he was driving, both of you in silence. Though both of you were mad with each other, Niel kept caressing your thighs. You move your legs away, trying to stop him from caressing your thighs, ‘cause you’re both mad at each other, right? Well, he moves your thighs closer to his hand and caress higher up.

You look at him as he was driving, and asked, “Aren’t you mad at me? And aren’t I supposed to be mad at you, too?”