“What is happening here? I’m just blessed, aren’t I? xxx18 Peterson was trying to sort out his papers instead of frothing at the mouth looking around for fresh meat meant he hadn’t sensed me yet. I got up to run. With a skirt like that? fucking slut!”
It didn’t matter that two dozen phones were now pointed at him, Mr. “Analslut, Fucktoy? All I have is regular brown hair, regular brown eyes, a useless pair of ridiculously huge tits, and an aura that gives men the uncontrollable urge to rape me. Is this some kind of joke?”
Right… Even in a hijab, men would hold me down and rip my clothes off.
