Late Night - Part l

"You scumbag!" Ophelia roared anger, and Owen's expression looked horrified. He was peering out of the slightly opened door, but as Ophelia yelled, his hand let go of the door and his half-naked self emerged. When she saw him standing before her in nothing but a boxer, Ophelia's face contorted with disgust.

"Ophelia, how are you here?" Owen stuttered like a fool, and Ophelia's scowl deepened.

"You're asking me that? Don't you feel a tiny little bit of shame? You're standing half naked in front of me, with another girl in your bed, and you're asking me why I'm here!"

"Ophelia I-I can explain!" Owen pleaded frantically, and Ophelia scoffed.

"Why does everyone pretend to be able to explain? What else is there to explain! You made out with some other girl in your car! You brought her home and were f*ucking her! I caught you in the act, and you're going to explain it! What are you gonna explain Owen? Please tell me! What are you going to say? That you were performing CPR on her in your car