Treating them as normal human beings

The air in the room was heavy from the water-pipe, it was bordering on the nauseating. Martin however - despite the copious inhaling of the smoke - perked up and raised his hand.

"Yes Ma'am!" he said emphatically as if to gainsay the words on the T-shirt of blonde he knew to be Mr. W. His eyes were fixed on the T-shirt - or her boobs it could have been either. Well considering his age probably the latter. The blonde shook her head in annoyance bringing up two fingers in V to her eyes and pointing them at Martin's eyes. She wanted to add that her face was here and if they could just lift their gaze for one second from her breasts, that would be more comfortable both for a real woman and indeed for Walter.

It was useless of course, the shaking merely brought movement to pendulous weight on her chest and mesmerised the boys even more. Their leering gaze made what Martin said next even more laughable.

"First of all, behaving around women simply means treating them as normal human beings with respect, clear boundaries, and genuine curiosity. Don't use pickup tricks or artificial personas; focus instead on basic decency, emotional awareness, and making the other person feel safe and comfortable." recited as if by rote there was a degree of pride in Martin's eyes. Indeed the words were politically correct, admirable, would be welcomed by any woman particularly one winding up in tight hot-pants and a t-shirt in a college dorm and applauded by feminists the world around. Except...

"*SIGH* quit staring at my breasts you two!" Walters gruff voice was so at odds with the feminine form expressing it that the two boys doubled up in a irresistible giggling laughter no doubt facilitated by the sheesha they smoked. Tim managed to squeeze out: "Those aren't BREASTS - what a stuck up word for those pair of hooters sticking out of your chest and dont pretend you dont like this - No Ma'am - those nipples are about to pierce the t-shirt.