Bully another boy

Several very large and mostly naked boys surrounded Megan. Their well-defined musculatures were almost cartoonish and they didn't seem offended at all--there was nothing for Megan to apologize for.

Megan froze in terror. Her mind raced to plan what she could write quickly enough, but she could only think about how huge these guys were.

The situation was hopeless. She was going to suffer violations far worse than what the girl bullies had ever tried.

She realized they were talking, but not to her.

"It could be your lucky day after all."

"Maybe we don't need pictures."

"We still could..."

"Better this way without evidence."

A boy with no shirt was pulled in front of Megan. He stared at the floor in shame and did not try to argue. He was pudgy but not horribly obese, bad posture, kinda random body hair, clear lack of sun exposure, in need of a haircut. He was not appealing, but he was closer to Megan's type than these gorillas who were bullying him.

The others still spoke to him. "Karen, look here, a real girl. Is this the closest you've ever been?"

"My name is Warren," the boy mumbled. He didn't look up. Maybe it was meant to be defiance.

"Sure, Karen. Say hello to the lady."

Warren tried and failed to move his shoulder away from the larger boy's grip, but he didn't look up.

Megan didn't want any part of what these jocks were planning, so she took things off script. She grabbed Warren's hair with her left hand before anyone could react and then wrote on his forehead: "Megan's Toy."

"There!" She said, trying to act confident. "Maybe now it won't get lost. I'm sorry if it bothered you gentlemen."

The other boys responded just a little too fast. They roared with laughter but they also walked away immediately, like this was the expected result.

"What next, ma'am," Warren asked. Total sincerity, no apparent emotion.

Wow.