The bus driver pulls over..

"I'll be right back" says the burly driver from his seat.

You feel the bus pull to the side of the road as he parks the vehicle and hurriedly unbuckles himself and grabs the First Aid kit near his seat. You try and move away as you see the green work pants and steel-tipped shoes of the man head down the aisle to where the four of you are.

Unfortunately, Kerry and Anya still jab you with their polished uniform shoes whenever you try to slither your nearly naked body past them. panic sets in as you see the man tower over the gasping Marcy.

"You okay, young lady? Do I need to call 9-1-1?" he asks concernedly as he peers down, grasping one wrist to check her racing pulse.

You are sure the middle-aged man has a good view of her heaving chest from his vantage point as she breathily answers.

"Yes, sir, I'm fine now... I'm really sorry" the raven-haired teen politely replies.

'OK.Well, if you are sure" he queries, patting her hand with his other.

The man turns back to the front of the bus when suddenly a pointed leather- covered toe is jabbed in that soft spot between your back hole and your balls.

"Agghhh!" you let loose involuntarily.

"What the?" wonders the driver, knowing it didn't come from the three students he had approached.

His eyes look down to meet your fearful ones.