The park

With everyone else starting to get comfortable with the morning air, four friends were walking over in the local park taking in the environment. Most of them were wearing yoga pants with only one of them wearing shorts. Today was going to start with a morning session, and all of them will be on their way. They rolled their mats out, blissfully unaware of what's to come.

"It's ok to say that I'm nervous?" Said Sarah. She had a flat chest but a winning personality to distract her from the fact.

Tasha gave a long sigh and placed her hands on her friend's shoulder. "Don't worry, if someone tries to mess with us, it's one against four angry women who will definitely kick his ass."

Sarah released herself from Tasha's hands and lies down. "Sure, but what if he comes out and it's too late?"

Beth shouted across the two, "Can you guys stop? We didn't go to this park to talk about some creep."

Rubbing lotion on her legs, Charon said, "Beth's right, that kind of talk is already pulling my day down. Now both of you stop."

Giving an exaggerated expression, Tasha said, "Both? I was the one trying to calm her down."

"Shhh... How long has that guy been staring at us?" Beth said, pointing to a man sitting not too far from them. His clothes were wrinkled in several areas with a white stain visible on one of his legs. But his eyes remained on the four women despite being caught.

"I don't know about you three, but I would suck him off for twenty," Tasha said.

"I'd do him for ten," said Beth.

Charon's eyes furrowed at the two of them. "Both of you are crazy, he's obviously the type you would do for free."

Sarah's jaw dropped after Charon said her sentence. "Since when do you start talking about fucking guys?" She said. She wasn't nervous, but something in her guys told her something was amiss.

"Just stop, we all know you're jealous because of our boobs, that's the only reason why you even hang out with us," Beth yelled.

Sarah was about to say something back to her when the four of them notice the man appearing right before them. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but notice that there are four eighteen years old who should be in their classes." He said.

"Actually I'm nineteen," Sarah retorted back. Wait, was she nineteen? She must be, she should stop questioning herself.

"Doesn't change the fact that you four need to be in class." The man opened his jacket to reveal his card. "My name is John Doe, and it's my job to make sure young girls such as yourselves don't skip classes."

The four girls looked at each other and giggled among themselves. Tasha then said, "Well hi Mr. John Doe and it's my job to make sure young girls such as yourselves don't skip classes, what can we do for you?"