"Sure, it's not my concern," Amy smiled painfully and took her face from him. She wondered how he would react when he finds out that the six kids were for him. The only releif she has now was that he was kind to the kids, he was only cruel to her. 

"Answer my question?" He asked. 

Amy sincerely forgot the question he asked and immediately began to storm her brain for it, before she could remember, he felt his hand on her skirt, she glanced at him and back at the skirt she was wearing. The black skirt had stopped right above her knee. 

He pulled the skirt up slowly while his palm brushed against the skin of her palm, she instinctively wanted to close her lap eventhough she was enjoying it but his big palm separated her laps forcefully. It reached her pant and she almost let out a moan but quickly swallowed it. 

"Look at me," he demanded and Amy looked at his face," Don't take your face away from me or I will throw you out of this car,"