I was going to trust my gut. The three of them together was worrying. My bag was in the storage area beneath the bus. I was wearing a baggy T-shirt that extended to my thighs, with shorts and panties beneath them, and sandals. If their end game was to strip me, it would be relatively easy for them and I didn't need to do them any favors.
The racket behind me got louder when I didn't respond or move. Did they honestly think the reason I wasn't going over to them was because I hadn't heard them? I focused my attention on the sights outside my window again and soaked in the heat from the sun.
A crumpled up ball of paper hit me in the head and fell on the floor of the bus. I looked around the bus to see who might have thrown it, and when my eyes locked with Lisa's, I knew that she had thrown it. Bending over in my seat, I reached for the paper and retrieved it. I uncrumpled the ball and smoothed out the crinkles in it.
"You can come to us, or we can come to you. It might be that the back of the bus is safer than the middle. Your choice."
I groaned out loud. My suspicions were correct, and it seemed they were determined to separate me from my clothes. And if I didn't go to them, they would still follow through and come to me. What could I do?
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