As soon as Gerald and the Ball-less Wonders attacked me, the adults were all over them. They were arrested, herded into police cars, and most faced ja...l time, ultimately. Juvie, sure, but that's jail when you're a kid.Gerald's family were shamed into leaving town.Bottom line: I was never again intimidated by bullies. I worked out, studied Tae-Kwon Do, and vowed I'd never accept maltreatment again.I was always sort of a nerd, a numbers freak.Didn't help, I suppose, that my parents were number. That must be sore...”“Yes it is, Jeanie. And – ow! – don't poke.”“Hey, someone's coming...”The trio separated in short order and Susan pulled up her netball shorts, feeling the flesh tender under the clinging material. To think she had just been spanked...Miss Marshall had a reputation for strictness in the sense that she came down hard on the smallest lapse. But corporal punishment? Okay it was only a smacked bottom, which didn't rank high in the scale of such things. She thought of a cane. “You do realise that if you get no cock in the club, that I'm going to sell your ass on the street. There won't be any shortage of prospective clients, I can tell you. Maybe I can do a four for the price of one deal. Only one guy pays, but you pleasure four cocks at once.” I responded with silence. I had been apprehensive the last few days, and now that we're on our way to the nightclub, I was starting to feel nervous. I was desperate for some alcohol to sooth the nerves.We parked up a hundred. The blouse is extralarge and loose fitting, the better to reveal my bosom. I usually ridethe bus when I want to show off my tits, because there are a lot ofpassengers on board, especially during rush hour. I always sit in thelast, bench-style seat, which extends all the way across the back of thebus. It's easy to contrive a reason to bend way over in my seat. Forexample, I'll drop a coin, a handkerchief, or a lipstick. Or we'll hit abump in the road, and I'll lunge forward, making sure I double.