Monic was consumed by a mixture of emotions. There was the irk of being in this helpless position, totally and completely naked with only her small backpack to cover herself. There was a pang of fear about what others would think...and the pictures they would take. Oh God!! she couldn't be one of those slutty internet girls! she just couldn't.
But more powerful than her fear and shivering humiliation was her anger. Who was this little freak? The boy she thought she knew? Why should he be able to show her off like some kind of sexual trophy? It made her blood boil just thinking about it. Her face turned red and her pussy and hinder parts burned hot.
She stopped where she was, digging her bare heels into the cold, tile. The crowd convalescing around her felt intrusive and hostile. The wide, ogling eyes of tall and lanky boys, the snickers of girls she thought were friends. They took in every inch of her, and delivered nothing in return, only the slight but galling touch of imaginary hands.
Jason turned and looked back at her, a fiendish grin smeared across his cute features. H waited for her to follow, but he had to know she wasn't going with him. Not like this. If he wouldn't help her, he wasn't worth having. He was a child, and she was a woman... as was evidenced by the stubble between her legs.
Just then there was a voice behind her. "Monica? My God! What's going on?
It was the student nurse. Nurse Phifer.
Monica might have assumed she'd be shocked, or even a little mad at her "inappropriate attire" but instead, she seemed amused, perhaps even more so than little Jason, if that were even possible.
"Stand aside, everyone. Miss Monica, you'll need to come with me."
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