Olivia chats with you as you walk to campus

You and Olivia step out of the subway. "That Grant seems like a nice guy," Olivia says conversationally. "How are you doing, babe?"

You look over to Olivia. Her expression is that of a compassionate stranger. You decide to trust her. "I'm a bit overwhelmed actually," you say.

"It's okay. Do you want to talk about it?"

You weren't happy about the man who had slapped your breast, and you were still thinking about it, but that's not what was overwhelming you at the moment. "I- I think I'll be okay," you say.

A man walking in the opposite direction smiles, and gives your left breast a gentle feel as he walks by. You gasp.

"That man just felt me up!" you exclaim, softly.

Olivia smiles at you wryly. "You might want to button up if you want to get anywhere, hon," she says, looking pointedly at your exposed chest.

"Oh," you say, realising that your chest was still exposed for everyone to see. You step to one side for a moment to button up. Olivia stands to one side, making no effort whatsoever to block anyone's view.

You feel an intense rush of blood to the head as you realise that you'd been walking with your chest exposed.

"Maybe your jeans, too?" Olivia points out. You fumble with the buttons on your jeans as you try to make yourself decent through the haze of your embarrassment and arousal.

You turn to Olivia, who is just smiling wryly at you. "I have to say, I'm impressed by your courage," she says, a little more loudly than is strictly necessary. "Not every woman is brave enough to just put herself completely out there like that. Being as big a slut as you are takes a lot of nerve. I respect that," she says.

Your face is turning crimson. "thanks," you manage to squeak out.

"I work for the Department of Law," Olivia continues. "I've got some junior students who would happily take up the case of nailing that creep's ass to the wall. An easy win to start their career. Would you like that? If you want, I can give them your contact info and Grant's contact info, and they could start assembling the case. You don't even have to decide whether to prosecute yet: assembling the case is already a useful exercise. But I'll only get them on it if you're happy for me to. Is that something that you'd like, Tilly?"

You're not sure of what to think about legal prosecution. But the world is suddenly new and a little frightening, and it feels good to have a Professor of Law offer you some protection. You're not sure what to think about her sharing this episode with a student you don't know, though. Thinking of having your molestation being shared with a law student --- most likely a man? --- fills you with a feeling of mortification. You feel something inside of you melt. You gasp slightly.

"Yes, please," you tell her.

Olivia smiles, and you can't help but wonder how much of that smile is friendly and how much is knowing. You give her your contact info, throwing a loose thread out to the fates. You walk together a short while longer, making chit-chat about the University, and then say your goodbyes once you reach the surface.

You look around. The world is still much as it was, only now you notice more men casually glancing at your shirt. You are suddenly aware of how your shirt is brushing against your nipples. They begin to sitffen.