History was a pretty boring class for everyone, and today, Monica had the misfortune of being the most interesting thing in it. Mr. Anderson, the history teacher, didn't even comment on her lack of clothes as he noticed her. After all, why should he? She would be a distraction, but she'd also keep her classmates awake.
Mr. Anderson began his lecture about the Vienna Conference in a low monotone. Some of the students took notes, but several of them stared at Monica's nearly naked body the whole time. Halfway through the period, a messenger entered, and the teacher left the room to talk with him. And suddenly, the students found themselves without supervision.
"So, Monica," a girl named Jenny said with a leer, "Did you lose a bet, or did you just forget a few things this morning?"
"This is kind of my mother's fault," she said sheepishly. A boy's hand snaked around to the inside of her thigh which she slapped away.
"Oh, so your mother still dresses you," Jenny said with mock understanding. "Mine stopped dressing me years ago."
"It's not like that!" Monica protested. "She's just a sadist!" The boy sitting behind her subtly unhooked her bra when she was distracted, and whipped it out away from her. She yelped as she found her breasts suddenly exposed. "Give that back!" she demanded with her arms across her chest, squeezing her breasts together. People laughed.
"If you want it," the boy, Steve, said, holding her bra up in the air, "take it."
He expected her to jump up and down like an idiot, exposing herself while reaching for her bra. What he didn't know was that Monica had taken several self defense classes and was sick and tired of all the crap she had been getting.
Monica kicked him in the side, hard, punched him in the face, and grabbed his head, pulling it downward so she could knee him in the chest. He fell in a heap to the floor.
"Wow," someone said.
Unfortunately, Mr. Anderson chose that exact moment to return to the classroom. "What is the meaning of this," he demanded. "Coming to class half dressed is one thing, young lady, but I do not tolerate violence!"
"What? But it's not like that!" she protested. "He started it! He stole my bra! That's sexual harassment!"
Mr. Anderson glared at her and decided to...
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