Fox at Bay (Alan23 x Sweetred)

[sweetred]

This is a RolePlay about a divorced mother, who tries to stand up against the girl who is bullying her daughter. Instead of being able to help her daughter, the mother will be the victim of the bullying girls mother.

The leading persons in this RolePlay will be the 2 mothers and their 2 daughters. Where the RolePlay is situated in and around London.

The main characters are:

Characters played by Sweetred:

The Bullied Mother:
Name: Angela Fox
age: 35
Occupation: Secretary

Angela was born and raised by her loving parents. Her parents were the owners of a small convenience store in one of the suburbs of London. Where Angela would help out from an early age, besides her studies.
When Angela was 17 she had her first boyfriend. At age 18, Angela got pregnant with Xianna. The 2 did not mean to get Angela pregnant, but were just being foolish and exploring their sexuality. Both her parents and the parents of her bf forced the 2 to get married before Xianna was born.

It wasn't a good marriage, and after 2 years the marriage ended in a bad way, with the two not being on speaking terms. Since her divorce Angela has not had a long standing relationship, where she would love to find a man who would love her for what she is.

Not long after the divorce, Angela's parents went bankrupt due to a decline in business and the new supermarket that was build across the street. It was devastating for her parents, and only 6 months after the bankruptcy, her father passed away after suffering from a heart attack. Her mother then moved back to her roots in Wales, where she still lives up to today. Angela and Xianna try to get out there at least once a year.

Angela works for a large international company, as a secretary of the national sales director. She is a loving and caring woman, who is modest, has always been very shy and is not self-assured, always wanting to help those who have problems.

Looks:
length: 1m68 (5.5 ft)
weight: 59 kgs (130 lbs)
Cup size: 36B
Hair: Long haired, redhead
Eyes: Light blue



The Bully daughter
Name: Snowflaik Leary
Age: 16
Occupation: Student

Snowflaik is the daughter of the bullying family, raised by her mom, who has been a single mom, not knowing who her father is. She goes to school, is in the last year of secondary school, she does really well in school, gets good grades and is an easy learner. However, she is a troublemaker in school too. The school she is at is her 3rd in a period of 2 years. Where the other 2 schools had her expelled for starting fights a little too often and foul mouthing the teachers. Like her mom, she loves making fun of people and she knows her mother is very protective towards her, so she thinks it doesn't matter what she does. Her mother will support and stand up for her at any time.

Looks:
length: 1m60 (5.2 ft)
Weight: 55 kgs (128 lbs)
Cup size: 38A
Hair: Long haired, blond
Eyes: Dark blue

Characters played by Alan23:

The bully mother
Name: Sianelle Leary
Age: 32
Occupation: Draws Social Security, occasional drug dealing.
Hair: Dark brown (though often dyed a different color)
Eyes: Brown

Sianelle comes from an aggressively working class Cockney family, which shows in her every action and phrase. She has a pronounced Cockney accent, and most sentences are punctuated by various obscenities. Other distinguishing marks are the various tattoos on her arms and chest the piercings in her lower lip and her fanatical support of Arsenal Football Club. She had her first child at 14, another at 15, her third (Snowflaik) at 16, and her fourth at 28. The first two boys are somewhere on the streets and she has no contact with them (though she still draws support payments for them,) her third, Snowflaik, lives with them, and the baby, Diamond, was taken away from her by Social workers and is in a home.

The cliche, however, ends there, for Sianelle has many traits that certainly do not reflect her upbringing. To begin with, she is highly intelligent, and could probably make quite a success of things if she chose to take a full-time job and use her talents. Though she tends to downplay it, she also has a reasonable knowledge of literature and history. Sianelle carries angst and shame from her failure to bring up her first two children, and secretly sees the point of "Socials" in taking away her baby. She puts all of her maternal energy into attempting to do her best for Snowflaik, though unfortunately this takes the form of defensiveness and a fanatical support of her even when she is in the wrong.

She is bisexual, though also tends to keep this a secret among her various friends.

Another trait that defines her is her secret wish to be wanted. She'd love a full time caring boyfriend, a suburban house in Wallington or Surbiton, with a neat lawn and nice curtains. When she meets a guy who she thinks might be interested, her normal raunchy, aggressive personality vanishes, to be replaced with a kind of blushing helplessness, reflecting the need within.



The bullied daughter
Name: Xianna Fox
Age: 17
Occupation: Student
Eyes: Deep blue
Hair: Blond

Xianna is considered something of a nerd and an easy victim by her schoolfriends. She cries easily, and tends to shrink away from conflict, unless she gets really angry, but even then she is so ineffectual that the target of her anger tends to laugh at her. She is brilliant academically, but tends to be thought of as an average student due to her shyness and unwillingness to put herself forward. She wants to be an actress or an architect, she hasn't yet decided. She has never had a boyfriend, again due to her shyness. She is embarrassed about her flat chest, her stammer, and her ridiculous first name - but most of all, about her mother, who so often interferes in others' problems and just makes them worse.

 

[Alan23]

Xianna Fox ran through the alleyway that led from the main road to the street in which her house was situated. There were shorter ways home from Clarendon Road School, but she rarely risked it. It was through the back streets where, more often than not, they'd be tough girls from the housing estate, who would waylay her and bully her. And, to be frank, she'd had enough bullying for one day.

It just wasn't fair, she reflected, how other kids picked on her. Hardly a week went by when they didn't steal her schoolbag and tip out the contents, or force her to play "piggy in the middle" tossing it to each other just out of her despairing reach. Or flip her skirt up, just as a group of boys were passing. Or grab the waist of her panties (for Xianna was one of those control-loving breed who tucked her blouse into her underwear to keep it in place) and pull it upwards, so that inches of the material was showing above the waist of her skirt. And it wasn't just the kids of her own age that did it. Word had even got around among the lower forms that she was too shy and frail to defend herself, and if being picked on by kids one's own age wasn't bad enough, she had to suffer the additional humiliation of being bullied even by kids younger than herself.

No, she concluded, it wasn't fair. Just because she tried to speak with some refinement, instead of the street-argot and foul-mouthed profanity the other students used. Just because she did her best in class, and passed all her exams, and did her homework.

In fact, homework was the cause of her present predicament. She had an arrangement (a strictly one-sided one in terms of benefit) with Snowflaik Leary (honestly, these chavs did give their offspring such ridiculous names!) to do her homework. It was either do the homework or suffer some other "punishment"... and, of course, to stop the teachers getting suspicious, she had to be sure to get a few things wrong.

This last time, however, her attempts at camouflaging the cheat had been too enthusiastic on Xianna's part. Instead of the usual 70 or 80 %, Snowflaik had scored less than 50, and thus incurred a detention. All Xianna's pleading, apology and begging had gone for naught. After school, Snowflaik had cornered her, and (after a brief, one-sided wrestling match) had ripped off Xianna's skirt, leaving her crouching in humiliation in her blouse, still tucked into her high-waisted cotton panties, particularly embarrassing pink ones with a small forget-me-not pattern.

Snowflaik had thrown the skirt up onto the roof of the Science building, out of reach, forcing Xianna, now sobbing in mortification to have to ask one student after another (for she was far to nonathletic to attempt the climb herself) to recover her skirt. Finally, a boy called Johnny Tannahill had agreed to make the climb in exchange for all the money she had on her. Since this money had been given to her by her mother to buy various articles of shopping on the way home, it meant that she would now get home late, with a crumpled and stained school skirt, and with neither money nor the articles she had been charged to buy with it.

No, it certainly wasn't fair, she concluded, fighting back tears as she let herself into the family home, still desperately trying to shake the creases from her skirt.

*****

Them bleedin' long-snouts from socials had sent her anovva fuckin' letter. Sayin' she weren't bringin' Snowflaik up proper. It weren't fair. She did her best. OK, she couldn't afford that stupid uniform, but that weren't her fault. Let them try to cloave a growin' gel wiv nuffink but the money from a GYRO. She lit anovva ciggie, from the stub of the one she'd almost finished smokin', crumpled the stupid letter and frew it in the bin. Fuck 'em.

Sianelle Leary poured anovva glass of tequila and knocked it back. Snowflaik would be 'ome soon, wiv anovva bottle.

 

[sweetred]

As soon as Snowflaik stepped out of the gates surrounding the school, she got out her pack of smokes and lit one. She had nicked the pack of smokes the day before when She had to do some groceries for her mom.

Now that's what she needed after she had done herself another favor. She did get a good laugh out of it too though. That stupid Fox girl in her stupid childish kids underwear. Flower on her panties what a loser baby. Anyone wearing panties like that deserved to be laughed at. Especially that Fox bitch cry-baby. How could she have messed up her homework. Even after Snowflaik had given her a warning not to mess it up. Throwing that Fox bitch's skirt up on the roof. That look on her face when she threw it up there, just hilarious! The little bitch was crying again, of course, it was so easy to make her cry.

Now Snowflaik was on her way to the liquor store close to home. Mom needed her to get another bottle of tequila. She was always happy to get her mom a new bottle. She would be able to take another few sips of the tequila, and make herself feel even better then she already felt. Snowflaik was humming all the way to the liquor store.

When Snowflaik came in the door, the store owner recognized her immediately. He took a bottle of cheap tequila from the shelf behind him. He greeted her and saw the grin on her face. He knew this girl meant trouble. He didn't know how old she was, but he knew he had to sell her the liquor, otherwise he would have that mother of her in his store again. She had come to him a few months ago, cursing, yelling and he swore not a normal word came from that woman's mouth. He had not wanted to sell the liquor to her daughter, because she was too young to buy Alcohol. That woman was a piece of work alright. Downright scum of the earth. He had no desire to see her again, or be threatened by her again. She seemed like the kind of person that wouldn't just stop with a thread, but would actually carry out her threads too. So, he had eventually agreed to sell this girl the liquor. It was good business anyway. At least a couple of bottles a week. Even with the cheap stuff it was still money. And he couldn't afford to miss a single penny.

Snowflaik put the money on the counter, and the shop keeper handed her the a paper bag with the bottle of cheap tequila inside. Soon enough she was outside again, and walking home. Just around the corner, she slipped into an alley, took the bottle from the bag and got her pocket knife from her pocket. She carefully slit the label and unscrewed the top. A few sips later, she sighed loud, and felt the tequila slide down her throat. Snowflaik just loved the burning feeling it gave her. She tightened the top on the bottle as tight as she could and put the bottle back in the bag. Then she left the alley and was on her way again. When she reached the house, she could hear the sound of the television outside. Her mom was probably watching some silly soap again. Snowflaik walked into the house, took the bottle from the bag and put it on the table. "Here ma, your tequila," she said as she put the bottle on the table, next to the empty bottle. Then Snowflaik was out the door again, to meet up with her friends.

**********

In the meantime, Angela just walked from the bus stop to their house. She had asked her boss if it was okay if she went home a little early today, because she was worried about her little girl. Found her crying in her bedroom the other day, but didn't want to tell her it was about. She knew something was wrong, she had known before, just felt it. But she also knows that Xianna is just like her, not an easy talker when it came down to discussing her problems. Angela had decided last night that she was going to have a good talk with Xianna tonight. Right after dinner, she would have Xianna sit down with her, and she would try to make Xianna tell her what is wrong. But first, she was going to make her a nice cup of tea and she had bought some muffins, they were going to have a tea party together. Just the two of them, relaxing with some tea and treats.

I hope she isn't home yet. Angela thought as she opened the door to their home. She knew she shouldn't have talked with the guy from the bakery shop, but he was so cute and fun to talk with. When Angela walked into the house, she first went to the kitchen, and put a kettle on to boil some water for the tea. She looks at her watch and knows Xianna, will be home soon enough. She gets some of her good cups and saucers out, and puts them on the coffee table. Along with a plate filled with muffins, biscuits, and other goodies. Then she goes back into the kitchen and takes the kettle off the stove. Just as she is pouring the water in the teapot, she hears the front door open and not much later, slam shut. I'm in the kitchen honey I'll be out in a second, she calls out to Xianna. But there is no reply. She just hears a soft sniffing in the hallway.

 

[Alan23]

Snowflaik had been at 'er booze again, Sianelle saw. Honestly, did that stupid gel fink she couldn't work out 'ow much there should be in a full bottle? Still, she'd gorn now, and she doubted she'd see 'er 'till after dark. Why bovver? "Neighbours" was still on, then they'd be "Coronation Street," and then she could nip art for some fish an' chips or a takeaway chicken tikka, and be back in time for the movie.

She sat in the sagging armchair, the bottle by her side, not bothering with a glass. As the soap stars went through their exciting lives, with their constantly changing partners, white teeth, dramatically emotional exchanges and perfect designer outfits, she took sips from the bottle's neck, feeling more and more relaxed as the warming spirit eased its way into her mind, relaxing her from the cares of the day. She found herself, as she always did, sizing up the male actors, waiting for the moment (which inevitably occurred in every episode) when you saw one of them with a bare chest flashing their muscles, or swimming in the surf. "Neighbours" was always good for that. Wouldn't it be good to live in a place like Australia, where everyone lived in massive houses and drove luxury cars, and nowhere was more than a quick walk to the beach, and the sun shone twenty four hours a day? Not like 'ere, wiv its constant rain pissing dahn, and bleedin' nosey social workers on yer back non-stop!

She found her hands straying down to her crotch, unzipping the fly of her tight jeans, and pushing her knickers aside. Gently teasing herself, her mouth slightly open, and her eyes taking on a glazed look as she stared, enraptured, at the screen. There was nothing like it, really, was there. Here alone, the telly, a bottle of something good, and...

Well, yes, there was. The thought threatened to spoil her lovely game. What would have been better was to have a real man, so you didn't have to diddle your oyster for want of anything better. A nice, tall, strong man, with muscles everywhere, and curly hair, and nice eyes. Shit, it looked so easy on telly. You just met someone in a bar, exchanged a few words, flirted a bit, and back home to bed. His bed for choice, since she was a bit ashamed of her own, with its sagging mattress and stains on the coverlet, and she'd been too busy to clean up for a few weeks, and Snowflaik, lazy cow, never did an 'and's turn to help.

Oh, why could she never meet a man? Everyone else seemed to have no trouble!

*****

Mum was at it again. One of those nights when she always wanted everything just so. The best china, with its pattern of little cherries. The big teapot, and napkin rings, and the spotless white cloth. Didn't she know that normal people just didn't do that sort of thing any more? Normal people ate off trays in front of the television. Normal girls were allowed to go to their rooms, and listen to music or call their friends on their mobiles.

Not that this would have done Xianna much good, even if Mum would allow it. Who would she call? She had no friends. The other girls at school either teased her or bullied her, or laughed at her. After today, with that mortifying incident of Snowflaik Leary ripping off her skirt, her life would be even more a misery. She could already see it. Jokes about her big, Bridget-Jones knickers with her blouse tucked into them like a little kid, about her being such a wimp she couldn't even defend herself, about the way she couldn't seem to help being able to cry, no matter how hard she tried.

And at that thought, she started crying again, reliving the embarrassing incident of the day, forgetting that Mum could probably hear her through the wall.

"Girls shouldn't be allowed to rip other girls' skirts off!" she screamed, her fists clenched in tearful frustration. "And make other girls do their homework, and give them their money. It's not fair. It's not fair! IT'S NOT FAIR!"

And then, suddenly, she realized that the noise of clanking plates in the kitchen had stopped!

 

[sweetred]

Snowflaik saw the look in her mothers eyes, and knew she had been hitting the bottle good today already. So she quickly made way and left home. On schooldays, she usually went to the park, to meet up with her friends, and just chill and hang out together. She was going to tell them about the fun she had had at school, ripping off the skirt. She wished she had had a camera, or one of those smartphones, she could've taken some pictures of that silly bitch. She had asked her mom for one, but they couldn't afford themselves such things, so she just had this old pre-paid phone which was of no use. There had to be a way to get one of those things. It would be so great to be able to take pictures of that kind of stuff. Maybe one of her friends would know how to get her hands on one.

A group of maybe 5 to 8 people were gathered around a bench in the park, close to the childrens playground. Most of them were drawing unemployment benefits and just hung around the park for most of the day. Xianna was one of the few who were still in school, but she was very popular in the group. Xianna walked up to the group of people, and first went to one of the guys. He had his arms covered in tattoo's, a piercing in each eyebrow, and in his ears. She stood tip-toed in front of him and kissed him full on his mouth, forcing her tongue inside his mouth. He put his arms around her, his hands on her butt, and slapped her butt as he pulled her up. "Ohh come on you two, quit that, that is gross" one of the girls in the group said. The two broke off their kiss, "Hahaha jealous that I kiss your boyfriend better then you?" Snowflaik shot back at the girl, with a grin as the boy set her down again. The group burst out laughing and the girl stuck out her pierced tongue to Xianna with a big smile. "So what's with that kiss Snowflaik?" the boy she had just kissed asked. And then Snowflaik told the group about the thing she did to the silly Fox bitch.

*****

"Hi Sugar, why don't you go into the living, I'll be there in a minute, we can have some tea together," Angela called out to Xianna. She heard Xianna throw down her bag, and put the cups and some plates on a serving dish. Then she heard Xianna scream out and she could hear she was upset about something. Angela dropped the cup she was holding, and quickly ran out the kitchen, to the living room. What she saw there, made her feel so bad. Her little girl was sitting on the couch, her head in her hands and she could hear her babygirl was crying.

Angela quickly sat down next to Xianna, and put her hand on the back of her head. Gently stroking her head and her hand playing with her hair. "Oh Honey, what is wrong?" Angela asked, as the sobbing continued and she could see the tears seep through Xianna's fingers. Her hand played with her daughter's hair adn she could feel tears build up in her own eyes. She just hated seeing Xianna like this. It made her feel so bad and worried. Xianna still gave no reaction to her mother and just sat there crying into her hands. "Come baby, you can tell me what is wrong can't you, maybe I can help," Angela whispered as she gently pushed Xianna's head against her. She could feel how tense Xianna was and just put Xianna's head to her shoulder as she kept petting her and playing with her blonde hair. Angela realised Xianna would have to relax first, before she would be able to get a word out of her. She stopped asking and just started whispering sweet words, like she had done when Xianna was just a little girl. It didn't matter what she said, just a soft and gentle tone and whispering kind words into her ear. That was how she always comforted her little girl.

 

[Alan23]

"That poor girl," said one of the group, a stick-thin creature with dyed purple hair. Though they were all drawing benefits, they always seemed to be able to afford multiple piercings, tatts and cosmetics. "It must be such shit to be so weak you can't defend yourself. It must be so shitty for her, having to look over her shoulder all the time, and have even younger kids push you around."

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't do it so much," replied Snowflaik, "If she weren't such a, like, stuck-up cow. Like, even when she does me 'omework, she gives it back wiv that look on 'er face, like sayin' ''ow do yer fink this is so 'ard, when I can do mine an' yours, wiv no hassle.' Like she was lookin' down on me, yer know? It's almost like she's glad I make 'er do it!"

"Yeah, I bet she don't," giggled the girl with the pierced tongue who "owned" the guy Sniwflaik had kissed. "I reckon she feels a real right dweeb, the way you can force 'er to do whatever you like, an' she can't do nuffink abart it. Mus' be, like, you know, embararassin'."

"Don't she, like, tell the teachers what you doin,?" asked a fat boy with sticking out teeth. "It's a wonder 'er mum ain't been dahn that school, an' complained."

"Hah," replied Snowflaik. "'er mum's just as gutless as she is, I reckon. I seen 'er in the street. Snobby cow, walks around wiv 'er nose in the air like she got a bad smell under it, but I doubt she can fight. If she did come dahn the school, my mum would be there the next day, an' them teachers are all scared of 'er."

*****

As if things hadn't been bad enough, now Xianna's day was getting worse. Mum was in one of her fluffy-bunny moods again. Calling her "baby" and wanting to hug her. It would have been bad enough if she was only eight years old, but at seventeen to have your mother treat you like this was embarrassing. One of the things that really worried the sensitive Xianna was that one day her mum would behave like that in public!

If there was one thing she was not going to do it was tell her mum what happened. What good could it do? It was bad enough the incident happening, without having to relive it all again. Xianna would find describing it almost as humiliating as having to go through it the first time. It would totally trash her ego to have to admit she was being systematically bullied by another girl. And what could mum do anyway? She had seen her mother back down from conflict so many times, when other women tried to push in ahead of her in shop queues, or in disputes with dad. Mum was no fighter, and there was no help to be had from that quarter.

If only she could stop crying.

 

[sweetred]

Angela was sitting there holding her daughter close to her. She could hear her daughter crying and felt her agony. Gently and softly Angela asked "Did something happen at school baby?" But Xianna didn't respond. Again, Angela asked "Come on baby, tell me, what is wrong?" Still no reaction from Xianna. "You have to tell me baby, I want to help you, just tell me what happened. There must be something I can do hon" Angela tried again. But still, Xianna just sat there crying without making a sound, her body shaking in Angela's arms. Angela could feel her own tears build up. Why didn't Xianna want to speak to her, what was wrong, how could she make it alright for her little girl. She had so many questions and was so worried about Xianna, and now Xianna didn't even want to speak to her. Her mind was racing back and forth. She knew Xianna had been teased at school before. But she somehow always avoided taking her responsibilty and go and talk to the teachers. She felt this time things must have escalated into something worse then just teasing. She couldn't avoid going to school and talk about Xianna with her teachers any more. "Listen baby, you can tell me what's wrong, you know I love you, just tell me, what is wrong, what happened?" Angela tried one more time. But again, Xianna didn't respond on her mother's questions. "okay baby, I'll take off tomorrow from work, and I'll go with you to school in the morning, and I'll talk to your teachers okay? Maybe they can tell me what is wrong. Okay Hon ... ? " Angela finally whispered, as she pulled her daughter closer to her, and felt her daughter's tears in her neck. That was the moment Angela broke too, she felt some tears slowly break through and run down her cheek. She felt so bad for Xianna, and felt so worried...

*********

As time passed on, people from the group Snowflaik was hanging out with left until it was only Snowflaik and the purple haired guy who were left. "Hey Snowflaik," he said, "I think you shouldn't be so hard on that poor girl. Don't you think you went a little too far ripping her skirt off?" "Nah," Snowflaik replied forceful. Its them kind of people who ripped my family apart and turned my ma into what she is. That girl is a bitch, and she knows it. She deserves every kind of humiliation I can give her." "Mmm okay okay.. Easy there," the guy replied, taking a step back, "I didn't mean nothing by it. Just feel kind of sorry for that poor girl." "You listen," Snowflaik said with a devilish grin," what I done today is nothing compared to what I'll do to her next time. Hah, she can't do nothing about it. I bet you she even likes it." "Somehow I doubt that Snowflaik," the guy whispered so Snowflaik couldn't hear him. The guy decided to change the subject and asked "Have you asked your mom yet if she's okay with you getting that tongue piercing?" Snowflaik laughed, and said "Hah, no and I'm not going to ask her either. I'll just write a note myself and put her name under it. I already made the appointment at the tattoo shop, and they said a note will be enough. So I finally get my tongue piercing tomorrow morning. I have to skip a couple of classes for it, but who cares about that."

By then it began to get darker and the purple haired guy and Snowflaik said their goodbyes and went their way. Snowflaik wandered home, and was sure her mum would be asleep on the couch already, like she always did.

 

[Alan23]

Xianna desperately fought back her tears. If there was one thing she most certainly didn't want, it was for her mother to take her to school. The other kids would tease her mercilessly, about needing to be accompanied, like a child. And even if Mum did speak to the teachers, it wouldn't help. Xianna knew, mortifyingly, that even the Headmistress, Mrs Cole, held her mother in contempt. Mum was so nervous and shy that whenever she got into a conflict situation, she'd start shaking and stammering, and on one occasion, when complaining about Xianna's treatment at school, had broken down into tears. Xianna had thought she might die of humiliation that day.

And even if things went well, it wouldn't stop the bullying. Mrs Cole was too frightened of Snowflaik's Mum to do anything. And the kids would all tease her about her mum's skinny legs and shyness... no, nothing but embarrassment could result from that. Zianna knew she had to put this idea out of her head - and fast!

"No, it's nothing like that, Mum, honest," she got out at last. "It's just that Deirdre sent me a movie - a romcom about this girl who dressed up as a soldier in Napoleon's day, and went with her boyfriend - and he got killed at Waterloo and died in her arms. It was so sad that I cried. That's all."

This was a story that she might have got away with. Deirdre, a plump, acne-prone girl a year younger than Xianna was bullied almost as much as she was, and though they were not friends they occasionally found themselves in conversation. It was just feasible that she had sent a movie over the net.

But, ironically, it was Deirdre herself who spoiled the verisimilitude of the story. Just as Xianna was heaving a sigh of relief that she'd defused the situation, her mobile phone rang. Deirdre's name flashed up, and, as luck would have it, Xianna had forgotten to turn off speakerphone!

"Xianna, it's Deirdre," said the message. "Call me back when you can. Just wanted to say that I think that Snowflaik Leary was a real bitch, tearing off your skirt and chucking it on the roof like that. She did it to me once and I was so embarrassed. It's s shame the way she always bullies you and makes you do her homework and give her your stuff. Anyway, call me back when -"

Xianna was too paralyzed with shock to turn off the phone until it was too late. And then, the secret was out!

*****

When Snowflaik got home, Mum was already asleep on the couch. In her drunken stupor she'd curled up, still fully dressed, on the moth eaten old couch. Her jeans were still open, and Snowflaik (who didn't embarrass easily) actually blushed at realizing what her mother had been doing! She was blushing the way that dweeb Xianna Fox did when she'd lost her skirt!

Hastily, she took herself off to her bedroom, turned on the old Akai stereo that was all she could afford, whipped on her headphones and began listening to some heavy metal. Honestly, it was still early evening, no time to fall asleep over the TV!

Had Snowflaik only known it, her and Xianna Fox had at least one thing - embarrassment at their respective mothers - in common!

 

[sweetred]

"Oh honey I am so sorry," Angela apologized to Xianna, as Xianna explained to her about the movie. "I know I shouldn't worry so much about you sweetheart, but I do, becau..." Angela was saying as she was suddenly interrupted by Xianna's phone on speaker mode. Angela's eyes grew wider and her mouth dropped open, as she heard Deidre's voice and heard what she was saying. When Xianna finally switched the speaker off, she found her mother staring at her with her eyes and mouth open. "I... You... She...," was all Angela could get out of her mouth for the first few seconds, as the message she just heard sunk and she realized how her daughter had been humiliated by this little tramp. What did Deidre say again, that Leary kid again. that troublemaker. Xianna and Angela both had tears in their eyes as they sat there on the couch, both not daring to look at each other. Angela felt the anger build up inside her. A feeling which was very unfamiliar to her, and usually made her do things she would regret later. She realized she had to do something. She was thinking about her options. She could go to school with Xianna tomorrow and talk to the head mistress of the school. But she had done that once before and that was not really successful to say the least. Would that Leary woman be okay to talk with. Any mother with some decency would surely be prepared to listen and could be reasoned with couldn't she? But she knew that Leary woman. She had heard that she had caused major trouble at school once, because of that daughter of hers had to stay after school because of some trouble she had had in class or something. And she had seen where they lived once, when the police had been at their door. They live only a few blocks away.

"Oh honey, why didn't you tell me what happened to you today? We need to do something about it. I am just not sure yet if going to school will help. We might just have to go to this girl's home. Maybe I can reason with her mother. She'll understand that her daughter has gone to far, I am sure." Angela said. She didn't wait for an answer from Xianna and got up off the couch. She swallowed hard once and then said "Come on Xianna, we'll go to her house and put an end to this nonsense." "But mom..." Xianna tried to stop her mom from going to the Leary home. "No Xianna, we can't let this happen to you. Who does that girl think she is? It's about time someone talked to her mother about it. Come along Xianna," Angela interrupted her daughter with determination in her voice. Xianna knew her mother had made her decision, and she heard in her mother's voice that there would be no way for her to stop her. Hesitatingly Xianna got off the couch, and walked with her mother. Xianna walked with her mother, her head bowed and worried about what was going to happen. Angela felt really nervous and was pushing herself in her mind. Trying to set the determination in her mind and to build up the strength to talk to this Leary woman. Both of them didn't speak a word until they reached the gate to the Leary home. Then Xianna tried one last time to stop her mother. "No mom, don't do this it's not that important. I am fine with it, let's just go home and forget about it. I'm sure Snowflaik didn't mean it like that mom..." Xianna said. But Angela didn't listen, and walked through the gate and knocked on the front door. Swallowing hard to clear her throat and feeling strong and ready to confront this woman and discuss her daughter's actions. There was no answer, so Angela used her fist to bang on the door a little harder.

 

[Alan23]

Xianna was squirming in embarrassment at what was to come. She'd seen it happen before. Mum would get all worked up and indignant, and her anger would lead her into situations she couldn't handle. Sure, knocking on the door, she looked confident and in control, but Mum always did until she had to stand up for herself. Then, she'd dissolve into a total meltdown. She'd start shaking and stammering.

And then, tomorrow, things would get even worse. Word would get around of her mum's total ineffectiveness, and it would be wall-to-wall ridicule. The bullying would get worse, they'd be constantly reminding Xianna of what an idiot her mother was, and Snowflaik would probably be the leader of it all.

"Mum, please," she pleaded. "Look, Snowflaik's mother is really tough. You know how you... you're a coward... er, I mean, you aren't very confident dealing with other women. She'll only humiliate us both, and... Mum, please!"

*****

The loud knocking at the door brought Sianelle out of her drunken stupor. Fuck it, was it one of those idiots from Social Security again? At this time of night? Or the collection guy from the never-never, demanding the payment for the telly. Hadn't she told the idiot she's pay the back payments when she could get the money together? And then, another thought struck her. There was that good-looking baker that sometimes made deliveries in the evening, and she owed him money too. After her frustration before she'd fallen asleep (which her "little game" had only just managed to take the edge off) she was ready to take any chance.

She took a few moments, hastily sucking a breath mint to get rid of the smell of alcohol, and squirting a cheap aerosol around in case she got a chance to invite him in. Sanding in front of the cracked, mildewed mirror in the hall she fluffed her short hair, hitched up her jeans (which tended to sag a little on her slim frame,) plumped up her boobs and tugged down her crop-top. Then, adopting her best smile, she sashayed to the door.
The disappointment at seeing it was not the baker-man made her habitual scowl even worse than usual. Just who was this well-dressed woman? Then, suddenly, she remembered. She'd seen her around. Wasn't she the mother of one of the girls at Snowflaik's school. And wasn't that blonde, weak-looking girl with her from the school too? What the fuck did they want here? And, fuck it, the film was just about to start, too!

"Yeah?" she said, anger in her voice.

 

[sweetred]

Angela turned halfway around to her daughter and said "No Xianna, we cannot let this happen again. This girl has to know that what she did is wrong. I know what I am doing ho.." At that moment the door opened, and Angela turned back facing the door quickly. She looked straight at the Leary woman's face, and felt her throat close slightly and her nerves tighten. She stuck out her hand, saying "Uhm Hello Mrs. Leary, I am Angela Fox and uhm... I uhm... I'd like to talk to you about something that happened at school today... Uhm... if that's okay with you Mrs. Leary..." Angela felt her nerves tighten with each word she said. Working hard to get the words right out of her mouth. She looked straight at Sianelle, who said nothing, but looked down and took Angela in from top to bottom. Then she just looked at Angela's hand, which was starting to shake slightly. Angela saw Sianelle give her a look over, and saw her stare steadying on her stuck out hand. She felt her face getting warm, and quickly withdrew her hand. Without realizing it herself, her hand brushed down her skirt, and she straightened her jacket. The woman in front of her again looked straight at her, and had an angry look on her face. Angela quickly looked down, at her feet and continued "Uhmm it's... uhm... my daughter... uhm You see... she uhm... your daughter uhm.. S..S..Snowflaik, she ripped my daughters skirt uhm.. off you see... and uhm..." Angela felt the unease slowly take over the self confidence she had had only minutes before. The pose of the woman in front of her was so strong, with her arms crossed in front of her and the contemptuous look on her face, staring at her. Angela felt her face was red and just stood there waiting for the woman to respond. Angela didn't notice, her hand was fumbling with the lining at the back and side of her jacket. "Come on Angela, stay focused and stay with it. you can do this. If not for yourself then at least stay strong for Xianna. Don't break in front of her. The woman didn't yell or scream at you, so she must know and think you are right!" Angela said to herself in her mind.

 

[Alan23]

Sianelle stared, gobstruck, at the apparition standing before her. Apart from Social Security staff, well-dressed visitors to the Leary abode were few and far between. She'd also adopted what she'd hoped was a friendly/sexy expression, and it still lingered. Therefore, it was a few seconds before she had taken in what this strange woman wanted.

It was all very weird. The woman seemed to be here to complain about something Snowflaik had done to her dweeby daughter (who, Sianelle now saw, was squirming in embarrassment and looking frightened)... yet she, the adult visitor, seemed almost apologetic, as if she had a need to apologize for complaining.

And then she remembered.

She remembered overhearing Snowflaik talking to her mates, while they;d been clustered around the TV. About "that wimp, you know, Xianna's mum," who, if the conversation had been accurate, was so scared of her own shadow anyone could walk over her, who you could easily push in front of in a queue knowing she'd just mumble and back away. Who thought she was so high and mighty with her good job and fancy clothes, but when you stood up to her, she'd just scurry away like the scared little mouse she was.

Somehow, it was this that made Sianelle angrier than anything.

She might have forgiven this woman being there, when she'd been hoping for the good-looking baker. She might even have been able to accept that the woman had a genuine complaint - she knew that Snowflaik had a bad habit of playing pranks when she thought she could get away with anything. What got right on her tits, however, was that if she made the slightest sign of backing down, and apologized, and the neighbors got to hear of it - well, backing down to a wimp like this one was out beyond the wall.

She had to do something, for the good of her reputation as a hard woman!

And, looking at the obviously terrified woman, and her embarrassed (and equally terrified) daughter, she knew that whatever she chose to do, she'd get away with. She decided she'd have some fun.

"Now, let me get this fing straight," she said, smiling inwardly at what she'd decided to do. "You sayin' my gel, Snowflaik, tore yer daughter's skirt orf?" She pointed to Xianna. "An' this is yer daughter, right? Like, I gotta get this right, now 'xactly what 'appened, know what I mean?"

She could see the mother trying to summon up courage and failing, and the daughter looking even more apprehensive.

"I mean, it was the skirt, right? Not the top or whatever. An' she, like, ripped it off. I wanna make sure I understand, see?"

And suddenly, Sianelle moved like lightning, recalling just for a few seconds the reflexes and aggression that had made her the terror of the streets a few years ago.

"She did this?" she asked, grabbing at Angela's skirt and giving it a hard tug downwards.

She was in luck. It was one of those skirts that fasted with a side zip, and is held in place with that and nothing else. The sudden downward yank caused the skirt to come downwards, the zip parting with a loud buzz - and the skirt ended up at knee level, held in place by the fact that Angela's legs were slightly parted.

Sianelle stood back a pace, nearly killing herself with laughter. There as this snooty cow, standing there, her mouth working soundlessly in shock and outrage, with her flashy skirt half way down her skinny legs - and underneath, she had an old-fashioned panty girdle, like almost no-one wore these days, in a sort of powder blue, and the legs had bunched up, making her look even more ridiculous.

And what had made it even better was that, seeing the person knocking on the door, some of the neighbors had come out to have a gawp, so that half the street - including quite a few men and a clutch of adolescent boys - had also seen the incident.

"Way to go, Nellie," laughed Mrs Green, from two doors down. "Teach the snooty cow a lesson," giggled Tracey, from across the street. A chorus of chortles and giggles and wolf-whistles added to the appreciation.

Sianelle bowed, like a performer at the end of her act, turned on her heel and shut the door behind her. She knew she'd have no more trouble from that quarter. And now, her reputation was intact.

*****

Watching what had happened to her mother, Xianna felt herself shrink inside. Her mother had done her usual stupid, cowardly thing again, made a total fool of them both. Oh, if only the ground might open up and swallow her!

 

[sweetred]

Angela just stood there, paralyzed and in shock. "NOOOOOOOOOO," she cried out loud in her mind. Her mouth open, not making a sound. She heard the remarks and heard the laughter of people in the street. Angela couldn't move and just stood there after the door had slammed shut in front of her, her skirt around her knees, until after a few seconds, which felt like minutes, when she finally got her composure back a little, and slowly pulled up her skirt again. Her face was red with embarrassment. Why oh why did this have to happen to her. Why did this always have to happen to her.

Angela slowly turned around, her eyes wet, fighting back the tears. She saw Xianna stand behind her, her face down, eyes looking at her own feet. She could see the embarrassment on her daughter's face. With a broken voice, she said "Come," as she reached for Xianna's hand. But Xianna was too embarrassed to take her mother's hand and pulled her hand back. they walked home, Xianna following her mother, Angela holding her skirt with one hand. The people who had seen it happen, were still laughing as Angela and Xianna went around the corner.

As they were walking home, Angela felt her nerves finally settle down and she looked over at Xianna, who was still looking down. "Honey... I... I'm so sorry... I just didn't see it coming." Angela said in a soft voice, making sure her voice wouldn't break. "That... that... woman just... She..." Angela couldn't find the words to explain what had happened. She didn't even realize herself what had happened yet. "Xianna, please... honey, look at me..." Angela almost begged her daughter. By then, they reached their own home, and when they went in, Xianna ran up the stairs, and Angela heard the door slam shut with a loud bang.

Angela slowly stepped into the living room, and sat down on the couch. By then she could no longer fight back her tears. She took off her glasses, and in agony threw them to the other end of the couch.Then she started to cry soundlessly. She put her head in her hands and was sitting there, her body shaking and her tears flowing. Again, she thought "Why did this have to happen to her again? Why was she so weak why couldn't she even stand up for Xianna, why did she let this happen to her and of all things, why in front of Xianna?" Angela couldn't find the answers to all her questions, she felt so embarrassed and so humiliated. There had to be something she could do about it. But what...

******

Snowflaik was still in her room, headphones on her head, listening to her music, lying back on her bed, her eyes closed. Then in the silence between two songs, she thought she heard something. She took off her headphones, and heard the front door slam shut. And her mother laughing out loud. Snowflaik threw her headphones on the bed, and got off her bed. She walked to the living room, and found her mother there, peeking through the curtains. "What happening ma" Snowflaik asked. Her mother was still laughing, and signed to Snowflaik to have a look. Snowflaik stood next to her mother and saw the Fox woman and that sissy daughter of hers walking away. She could just see that the woman was holding her skirt, and that the girl had her head bowed down.

"What did they want ma?" Snowflaik asked as the woman and her daughter turned around the corner and were out of view.

then as Sianelle began explaining what had happened and what that woman had wanted, the grin on Snowflaik's face grew wider. Her mind already thinking about how she could take this out on Xianna tomorrow.

 

[Alan23]

Angela just stood there, paralyzed and in shock. "NOOOOOOOOOO," she cried out loud in her mind. Her mouth open, not making a sound. She heard the remarks and heard the laughter of people in the street. Angela couldn't move and just stood there after the door had slammed shut in front of her, her skirt around her knees, until after a few seconds, which felt like minutes, when she finally got her composure back a little, and slowly pulled up her skirt again. Her face was red with embarrassment. Why oh why did this have to happen to her. Why did this always have to happen to her.

Angela slowly turned around, her eyes wet, fighting back the tears. She saw Xianna stand behind her, her face down, eyes looking at her own feet. She could see the embarrassment on her daughter's face. With a broken voice, she said "Come," as she reached for Xianna's hand. But Xianna was too embarrassed to take her mother's hand and pulled her hand back. they walked home, Xianna following her mother, Angela holding her skirt with one hand. The people who had seen it happen, were still laughing as Angela and Xianna went around the corner.

As they were walking home, Angela felt her nerves finally settle down and she looked over at Xianna, who was still looking down. "Honey... I... I'm so sorry... I just didn't see it coming." Angela said in a soft voice, making sure her voice wouldn't break. "That... that... woman just... She..." Angela couldn't find the words to explain what had happened. She didn't even realize herself what had happened yet. "Xianna, please... honey, look at me..." Angela almost begged her daughter. By then, they reached their own home, and when they went in, Xianna ran up the stairs, and Angela heard the door slam shut with a loud bang.

Angela slowly stepped into the living room, and sat down on the couch. By then she could no longer fight back her tears. She took off her glasses, and in agony threw them to the other end of the couch.Then she started to cry soundlessly. She put her head in her hands and was sitting there, her body shaking and her tears flowing. Again, she thought "Why did this have to happen to her again? Why was she so weak why couldn't she even stand up for Xianna, why did she let this happen to her and of all things, why in front of Xianna?" Angela couldn't find the answers to all her questions, she felt so embarrassed and so humiliated. There had to be something she could do about it. But what...

******

Snowflaik was still in her room, headphones on her head, listening to her music, lying back on her bed, her eyes closed. Then in the silence between two songs, she thought she heard something. She took off her headphones, and heard the front door slam shut. And her mother laughing out loud. Snowflaik threw her headphones on the bed, and got off her bed. She walked to the living room, and found her mother there, peeking through the curtains. "What happening ma" Snowflaik asked. Her mother was still laughing, and signed to Snowflaik to have a look. Snowflaik stood next to her mother and saw the Fox woman and that sissy daughter of hers walking away. She could just see that the woman was holding her skirt, and that the girl had her head bowed down.

"What did they want ma?" Snowflaik asked as the woman and her daughter turned around the corner and were out of view.

then as Sianelle began explaining what had happened and what that woman had wanted, the grin on Snowflaik's face grew wider. Her mind already thinking about how she could take this out on Xianna tomorrow.

When Xianna woke up the next morning, there were just a few blessed seconds of relaxation that always comes just after sleep, before the memory of the day before came flooding back. Then it hit her with the force of a tidal wave - one of the worst days of her life.

It had been bad enough having her own skirt whipped off in front of everyone. But things like that had happened so many times, she might, just, have been able to deal with it. But what made it a million times worse was that it had happened to her mother too.

Honestly, was ever a girl cursed with such a life? Bullied and teased and hassled every day, and having a mother like hers? Weren't parents supposed to protect their children, provide security. Why did she have to have such a weakling for a mother, who other women could bully whenever they liked. And if her mother was too much of a wimp to be able to defend herself, why did she insist on getting involved.

As she showered, Xianna desperately wracked her mind for ways she could avoid anything like this ever happening again. Hopefully Mum had learned her lesson and wouldn't pick a fight with Snowflaik's mother again. But what if they were shopping together (Mum often insisted Xianna go shopping with her) and encountered either Snowflaik or her mum. It would be so humiliating!

As she dressed, Xianna decided she'd have to just do absolutely everything she could to stop anything more being done to her. She'd do Snowflaik's homework perfectly, and giver her every bit of money she had, and do everything she was ordered. As she tucked her school blouse into her knickers and yanked it down through the legholes, to make sure it stayed in place, she wished she at least had some less ridiculous underwear, so that if her skirt got ripped off or flipped up again (which it almost certainly would) at least she wouldn't look quite so silly. But Mum would not even let her wear anything but the type she owned - she said it was too "forward" for a girl her age.

She wondered if she should maybe just stop going to school. But then she'd never be able to get anywhere in life. And while her Mum was useless at standing up to other women, Xianna was about the one person she could dominate! Besides, explaining why, when she was finally caught, would mean bringing up the whole embarrassing event again, and she most certainly wanted to forget it!

Her one hope was that her mother wouldn't want to rehash it all again over breakfast, but even that was a forlorn hope. She remembered the last time her mother had become involved in an argument - it had been with a woman who stole her parking space. The women had argued, and finally her mother had started shaking and backed down, cringing, and even apologized to the other woman and driven her car six blocks to find another space. But the next morning, she'd been full of courage, and boasted that she'd won the argument, that she'd only backed off for the other woman's good, that she didn't want to descend to her level, all that rubbish. If only Mum would admit she was a coward things might not be so bad, at least she'd learn to back off before the embarrassment started.

When she finally got downstairs, Mum had already put her porridge on the table, and was sitting with a mock cheerful expression on her face, though the redness in her eyes showed she'd been crying through the night. Now would come the denials, the emphatic statement that in no way was she scared of that Leary woman, and that if that dreadful Snowflaik started bullying her again, to tell her straight away. Xianna was cringing at the thought of just having that discussion!

*****

For once, Sianelle was up and dressed early. Her normal time of rising was around midday, but today she had to make her monthly visit to the school, as part of the routine that Social Security had forced on her as a condition of being allowed to keep Snowflaik at home. She didn't anticipate any problems - after all, all the teachers were shit-scared of her - but she did want to make a good impression, since it might be that good looking Mr Hopkins, the maths teacher, that she had to speak to.

So she'd put on her tightest jeans, and a freshly washed t-shirt, and done her make up especially well. She felt good as she walked along the street, and felt even better when she remembered the evening before, and how she'd put that snooty Fox woman in her place! "Well, that cow better make sure to avoid meeting me again," she thought.

But somehow she also recalled enjoying what had happened, and half hoped that Mrs Fox would try getting on the wrong side of her again - so she'd have an excuse to try out some more ways of humiliating her. The power had felt good!

 

[sweetred]

Angela had not seen Xianna back after they had come home from the Leary people. She had spent her evening in front of the television, but had not seen any of the programs. Instead, she had relived the whole incident at the Leary place over and over again. By the time she had gone to bed, the teapot and plate with goodies from the bakery shop, were still on the table, untouched. She had cried and felt so terribly bad. Not so much because of the humiliation that she had had to go through, but more the humiliation of her daughter being a witness to it.

By the time Angela had gotten ready to go to bed, she had knocked softly on Xianna's bedroom door, but Xianna either hadn't heard it because she was asleep, or she was still to embarrassed to face her mother. Angela didn't know and she didn't have the guts to peek in and see how Xianna was doing. Instead, Angela had taken a long hot shower, and then gotten into bed. Not that she had slept much. Just tossing and turning constantly, and crying into her pillow. Around 3 AM she had finally fallen asleep, but only to be woken up by a nightmare an hour later. Still her eyes were filled with tears and her muscles ached from the tension she was still under. She had decided to make the best of it. She had to try and let Xianna know that what happened was not because she had been scared, which she actually had been, but that is had happened because she hadn't seen it coming. She decided it was best to tell that to Xianna and then go with Xianna to her school, to see if there was anyone there who would be able to help her stop the bullying of her daughter.

Angela had gotten out of bed at 5 am. First she had taken a shower, and got dressed, in her standard business day outfit. She had had to change the skirt, because the zipper on the one she had been wearing the day before had gotten ripped to pieces. After that, she had cleaned up the teapot and goodies, and did the dishes. She then started on preparing breakfast and setting the table.

She was just sitting down, sipping from her teacup, when she heard Xianna walk down the stairs. Angela put a good feeling smile on her face, and greeted Xianna as she walked into the room. "Good morning honey. I hope you slept well?" She said. Xianna just sat down opposite her mother and nodded. "Honey what is wrong, are you still worried about last night? Don't be sugar, it was nothing. Did you see how fast she closed that door after she had pulled down my skirt? he got scared, she must have seen my anger, and backed out. You know I could have slapped her, but that would have given you a bad example and doesn't solve anything. You know what honey, we'll work it out. I will come to school with you, and talk to Mrs Cole. I am sure she will give the proper punishment to that girl."

Xianna tried to convince her mother not to come to school with her. But Angela wouldn't have it. She had made her mind up, she had taken the day off and would accompany Xianna to school, have a word with the headmistress and settle it.

************

Snowflaik had saved the money she had taken from that stupid Fox girl and was now walking with one of her friends, to the tattoo shop. She had written the note and forged her mothers signature, so she could get a tongue piercing at last. She was really cheerful and had told her friend about the Fox woman who had shown up at their home the night before.

"Oh man, that is so bad!" Her friend had said after Snowflaik had finished the story.

"Why bad?" Snowflaik asked, "that stupid old bitch shouldn't have shown up at our home anyway. She's even worse then her daughter is."

"Still," Her friend replies, "I think your mum shouldn't have done that to her. I feel kinda sorry for that woman."

"Ahh come on you're not a wimp like that are you?" Snowflaik teased, "She can stand up for herself, she's a grown up. I bet you, I could have done it myself, and she would've walked away crying like a little baby too".

"Well I still think it's unfair and feel sorry for that lady." her friend said, as they reached the tattoo shop and went inside.

Snowflaik showed the note and told the woman who did the piercings her mom was okay with it, and that was that. 5 minutes later the two of them stood outside again, and Snowflaik had her desired tongue piercing. It had hurt a little, and her tongue was swelling up slightly, but it still felt great. She thanked her friend, and then turned around and ran all the way to school. She was late already and would be late in class. But she didn't care, there was nothing anybody would do about it anyway...

 

[Alan23]

It was just as Xianna had feared. She could tell that her mother was totally embarrassed about what had happened the day before, and by her red eyes it was obvious she hadn't slept well, but instead of discreetly avoiding the subject and trying to forget it, as usual she insisted on rehashing it, going on and on (obviously to convince herself as well as Xianna) that things had been the exact opposite of what they'd looked. The way her mother was telling the story, Xianna knew she was totally unable to believe it even herself, and was simply trying to salve what little pride she still had left by sowing doubt. It was as if she was begging Xianna to believe her.

But frankly, the idea of a coward like her mother daring to slap Snowflaik Leary's terrifying mother was too ridiculous for words. Even if she hadn't been standing there looking so ridiculous in those stupid Spanx things she insisted on wearing, there was no way she'd have prolonged the argument. She had been shaking, and already to burst into tears. Her mother was just not made for conflict situations, and that was that.

Normally, Xianna might have been a little sympathetic at her mother's obvious humiliation, and pretended (as she'd often done in the past) to believe her, allowing her to retain just a tiny piece of her pride. But the embarrassment she had suffered herself, and the sure knowledge that from now on she;d suffer even more teasing and bullying, now everyone knew for sure her mother couldn't protect her, made her angry.

As Angela stood at the mirror, hitching up her tights (oh, why did Mum's tights always sag, no matter how expensive a brand she wore,) fussing with her hair, tugging down her jacket with a series of firm yanks, smoothing her skirt, Xianna made one final attempt to dissuade her.

"It's not as if the teachers can do anything," she pleaded. "And all that'll happen is she'll pick on me even more."

But it did not good, and another quarter of an hour saw them approaching the school gates, Xianna's head cast firmly down at the pavement, her face already a bright crimson anticipating the embarrassment that would follow, while her mother happily prattled on about how they'd soon sort this out, that Xianna could relax, for the bullying was about to end once and for all, and how that revolting Leary woman better not cross her again, or she'd wish she had never been born.




*****

It didn't come as much surprise to Sianelle that Snowflake had skived off school again. She was always doing it. But fuck it, why did she have to do it today, on the day of the meeting with the teacher? It would make things a lot harder.

As she reached the school gates, instead of going direct to the office as a notice at the gate firmly commanded all visitors to do, she decided to make a quick visit to the loo. For one thing, she was a bit nervous - dealing with authority always got her that way, though she'd never show it. And who knew, maybe that fuckwit of a Fox girl had snitched to the teachers about Snowflaik having ripped her skirt off. That stupid little creature was just the type to go whining to authority, instead of standing up for herself. Although, she thought, that was probably unlikely. Her mother, who was even more of a wimp, would have told her to keep quiet about it, after what had happened the night before. She wouldn't want any more trouble with Sianelle Leary.

But, in case it was Mr Hopkins she had to speak to today, she spent a good time primping herself. She smoothed the unsightly creases down from the crotch of her tight jeans, and made sure the zip was done right up, as it tended to gape when she was sitting. Then she tugged down her black singlet top, in a series of sharp yanks around the hem, to make sure it was sitting smoothly and his the small belly that, to her embarrassment, she seemed to be developing lately. After freshening her heavy make up, she made her way to the office, ready for flirt or fight as the occasion demanded!

 

[sweetred]

As Angela walked through the gates and onto the school yard, she became a little more quiet. Angela was very much aware of people looking at her, pointing fingers at her and laughing at her. She looked around nervously and was pulling down her jacket again. Her pace had gotten slower and slower as they reached school. She stood still for a moment, looked at her side to make sure Xianna was still with her. "Okay honey, let's go see if Mrs. Cole is there. I am sure she can help you and talk to that Snowflaik girl." Angela said with an unsteady voice. She reached out to take Xianna's hand, but Xianna saw it from a corner of her eyes and quickly pulled back her hand.

As they walked into the school there were a few kids who turned their heads. Xianna recognized them as Snowflaik's friends, and cringed as they walked by them. The group was watching them as they passed them, and one of the boys in the group whistled and shouted "Hey sexy where ya goin". Which made the whole group burst out laughing. Angela just pulled her jacket again, and walked past them, trying to ignore their remark, but hearing it nevertheless.

When Angela knocked on Mrs. Cole's door, she thought she heard a familiar voice inside the office. But she didn't realize who's voice she heard. If she would have known it was Sianelle's voice she heard she probably would have turned right around and left. But she knocked, and a male voice called out "Enter!" Angela looked at her right where Xianna stood and said "Here we go honey, I'm sure it will all turn out for the best after this meeting", and then Angela opened the door.

***********

Snowflaik was running towards school, knowing she was late (again) and it suddenly had struck her, that her mum and her were supposed to meet Mrs. Cole today. Since Mrs. Cole had been sick the last couple of days, it probably would mean the meeting was with Mr. Hopkins. Mr Hopkins was not as strict as Mrs. Cole, but her mom usually was more on her case with Mr Hopkins. Probably because she wanted to impress him. Damn mum, she was always trying to impress men, hah probably looking for a quick fuck again. So embarrassing how her mother tried to impress some men.

Snowflaik ran into the school yard and as it was almost empty, she realized she was too late again. Out of breath, she entered the school, and she first went to her class. She waited to catch her breath again outside of the classroom, and then entered without knocking. It was the English class, from Miss Burnett, and she was almost as much of a sissy as that other woman. That mother of Xianna. Just thinking back about what she had missed out on, put a smile around her face.

Miss Burnett pretended she didn't notice Snowflaik walk in, and just continued her lecture. Snowflaik sat down next to Janice. She and Janice were good friends.

Janice turned to her and whispered "Guess what...," with a grin on her face.

Snowflaik looked up at her, and asked with a little bit of an annoyed voice "What?"

"That woman, you know the cow she's upstairs talking to Mr Hopkins". Janice grinned

Snowflaik was getting more annoyed and whispered back "Which cow? Why is a cow talking to Mr Hopkins?"

"You know.. Xianna's mum! Xianna's mum took her to school today and now they's both up there talking to Mr Hopkins. But..." Janice continued.

"But what, come on Janice, just say what you want to say" Snowflaik said

"Well, your mum is up there too. She and you had an appointment this morning. You mum was already up there when the cow showed up." Janice whispered.

As if struck by lightning, Snowflaik got up from her chair and walked out the classroom. Taking 2 steps at once, she shot up the stairway, and she was just about to burst into the office of Mrs. Cole, when the door opened...

 

[Alan23]

Sianelle didn't know if she should be worried or happy that Mrs Cole was sick, and Mr Hopkins was acting as Headmaster. The bad news was that unlike Mrs Cole, who was a bit scared of her, Mr Hopkins was the sort that didn't seem to be frightened of anything. A slim, athletic man, he had more than once stood up to hulking great school bullies, and most were in no doubt that he could take any of them apart, had he chosen. It was impossible to stare him down, and there was a rumor that he year before, three of the toughest senior kids who had been excluded had lain in wait for him outside the school gates to beat him up - and that he'd put them all in hospital.

The good news, though, was that Mr Hopkins was both good-looking and unmarried. Sianelle had had a massive crush for him for at least a year. Whenever she was in his presence she found herself getting wet at the crotch, and pushing at her hair and fussing with her clothes. This time was no exception. Right from the first handshake, she felt her knees go weak, and when Mr Hopkins began speaking, saying that Snowflaik's constant bullying of other girls, her skipping school, her refusal to obey rules - that all this had to stop - Sianelle found herself agreeing to all sorts of things, and even intending to stick to them. She was even regretting humiliating Angela Fox the evening before, for she sensed the chivalrous Mr Hopkins would not be impressed.

She had almost come to the end of the interview, and was congratulating herself on getting through it without her blush becoming too obvious, when she heard a tentative knock at the door.

*****

For Xianna, the short from the school gates to the main building seemed to last a week. As soon as they entered, she could sense people looking at them and pointing. Obviously the word had got around about a grown woman who had had her skirt pulled down in public, and had been powerless to prevent it or defend herself. It was so unfair. Any other girl, even one as bullied as herself, would at least have been able to count upon being safe when their mother was with them. But her own mother was too useless to protect her. The kids were not even bothering to lower their voices or be subtle about it.

Looking across at her mother, Xianna saw she was doing her best to appear unconcerned, walking along with her head held high. Unfortunately, her attempt to appear unruffled wasn't working, for her face was becoming redder and redder with shame, and she kept tugging at her jacket, which, Xianna knew, she always did when she was feeling ill at ease. It was a sure giveaway. Whether in a conflict situation, or talking to a guy to whom she was attracted, or even when talking to someone she felt was her social superior, Angela would fuss with her clothes. And it wasn't as if it even did anything to help her appearance. No matter how often she yanked it down, the jacket or sweater Mum was wearing would always just ride straight up again and gather in wrinkles and folds around her midriff. Xianna writhed at her mother's inability to even keep her jacket in place. She walked with her own eyes directly on the ground, and could feel her own face burning.

When her mother reached out to touch her hand, Xianna jerked her own away quickly. As if things weren't mortifying enough, to have her mother hold her hand... no, no, no!

And then, as they passed a small knot of kids whom Xianna recognized as part of the clique to which Snowflaik Leary belonged, one of them called out "Hey sexy where ya goin'." Angela pretended not to hear, but Xianna saw her face go even redder. It was partly, Xianna knew, that any mention of sex made her shy mother blush up, but this time there was also the humiliation of knowing that a schoolkid could make fun of her. Normally, an adult was safe from catcalls and cheek. Now, Xianna saw, her mother was again tugging at her jacket, obviously upset.

Finally, they reached the door of Mrs Cole's office and Angela knocked. Just for a second, Xianna relaxed. At least the two of them would be safe once inside. It was Mr Hopkins' voice that called out to enter, which was even better. But then, it struck home that she had heard another, familiar, voice inside. That of Snowflaik's mother!

By the look of it, Mum hadn't noticed. And when she opened the door, it was too late.

*****

"Why, Mrs Fox, how nice to see you," Snowflaik's mother said, in a friendly voice. Xianna almost sobbed in gratitude. At first, seeing the horrible woman who had pulled her mother's skirt down the night before, she had almost screamed... but Mrs Leary seemed determined to be nice. Perhaps, Xianna thought, she had realized, overnight, how mean she had been. Or, more likely, did not want Mr Hopkins to know what had happened.

Looking at her mother, Xianna saw her at first turn white from fear, and start shaking and then, as she too realized that Sianelle Leary was not going to do anything, relax a little. This, however, did not mean that Xianna's embarrassment was over, for as soon as her mind emptied of fear, her mother seemed to realize that this was Mr Hopkins, and she went into the routing she always did when she was with a man to whom she was attracted. She started simpering and blushing, playing with her hair and tugging at her jacket. Xianna was mortified.

*****

A few minutes after she'd left, Sianelle was frantically speaking into her mobile.

She had, originally, been prepared to let bygones be bygones with Angela Fox. After all, the poor woman could not defend herself, and was no threat. It had been fun pulling her skirt down, but as enjoyable as it might have been to keep doing it, it seemed a bit cowardly to pick on someone who was so weak and helpless.

However, she had noticed Angela's reaction when she had seen Mr Hopkins. At once, her anger flared back up. How dare this wimpy, snobby woman carry on like that in front of Mr Hopkins? From being someone who could be dismissed as beyond contempt, suddenly Angela Fox was a rival!

""Snowy, listen," she said, quickly. "That stupid little Xianna Fox and her dweeb of a mum are in the Head's office. I bet she's whining about what you did to her yesterday. She needs to be taught a lesson. I can't do much, but I want you to get her back, make her wish she'd never stuck her nose it. I'll leave it to you what you do."

She smiled in satisfaction. If Snowflaik got into trouble, she'd deny giving her daughter any such order, and pretend to be shocked. She couldn't wait to see what Snowflaik would do to make sure that stupid woman stayed away from Mr Hopkins in future!

 

[sweetred]

As Angela slowly opened the door, she felt nervous, and uneasy. But somehow she felt this would be the solution to the problems Xianna was having at school. Until she saw a person standing at the desk where Mr Hopkins was sitting. She was nervously plucking her jacket and with one hand she brushed through her hair, s she recognized Sianelle standing at the desk. "H.. H.. Hello mrs. L... L... Leary," Angela stuttered in a soft voice. She didn't dare looking at the woman, and felt cold, just being close to her. But for Xianna's sake, she knew she shouldn't break down. Her legs felt weak and she was trembling all over.

"Mrs Leary I think we are finished, I expect you will keep to the things we discussed and will see you again soon." Mr Hopkins said as he noticed the fear in Angela's eyes. He lead Sianelle out the door and closed it behind her, turning back to Angela and Xianna who was looking at her mother in disgust. In a friendly and soft voice Mr. Hopkins said "Good morning Mrs Fox, Xianna, what can I do for you?" Angela stood there, and again brushed her hand through her hair, as she finally looked up again. "I umm.. I want umm.. I... think it's nothing Sir. Y..You must be busy, and I umm... You... umm Xianna... well no... it's okay..." Angela stuttered, as she was about to turn around to the door again. "Mrs. Fox, are you okay? Is something wrong?" Mr. Hopkins asked in a worried voice. "No... no... it's fine, I don't want to bother you. It's nothing really. We can have a talk some other time... really" Angela said a little to quick. She couldn't find the nerve to complain or to tell Mr. Hopkins about what had happened. "Are you sure Mrs. Fox, why are you here?" Mr Hopkins said again, looking from Angela to Xianna and back to Angela again. "No... No... I have to get going sir, I'm late already" Angela said as she reached out for the door. She was feverishly plucking at her jacket with one hand, as she opened the door and with Xianna following her closely, she stepped out. Mr. Hopkins was shaking his head as he saw Angela and Xianna step out again, and close the door behind them. Angela turned towards Xianna and said "I have to go honey, it's going to be okay. You see, Her mother probably was already told to do something about that girl. I'm sure the problems will be over now hon. No need to bother Mr. Hopkins with our complaint too." Angela looked at Xianna, and felt a tear run down her cheek. Realizing it was all such nonsense what she just said, but also knowing she just didn't have the nerve now to tell him. She quickly make her way to the stairs. Inside her head, Angela was cursing at herself for not having the nerve to complain about this Leary woman and her daughter. If only that woman wouldn't have been here and why was she so friendly all of a sudden... Angela quickly left the school, and went on her way. To unnerve herself a little, she walked to the bakery shop first.

********

Snowflaik was smiling after she had disconnected the phone. Her mum had just given her a free hand to pull another prank at that stupid little Fox girl. And she knew just what she was going to do. She would wait until their mid day break, and then pull it off. But first she had to arrange to get some of the stuff together. As she walked through the hallway to the stairs, she saw Xianna walking towards her. Snowflaik stepped out in front of her, and wouldn't let Xianna pass. She looked at Xianna with a devilish grin on her face. Xianna had seen her coming, and didn't dare to look up at her. Snowflaik whispered "I want to talk to you bitch. You better come to the restroom at the end of the hallway on the 2nd floor during the break, or else!" Snowflaik said to her, as she grabbed her arm tight and bend her face towards her. "Understood bitch!?" She snapped at Xianna. Xianna just nodded and at that, Snowflaik let go of her arm again, and let her pass, as she said "Don't forget bitch, or I'll kick your ass!" She turned around and was watching Xianna walk towards her classroom, and then quickly walked on to Mr. Hopkins' office. She knocked on his door and when she opened the door, he was sitting at his desk, doing some paperwork. "What is it Snowflaik. You are late. I already spoke to your mother, and she will tell you what she and I discussed and agreed on. Just get back to your class now, you're late already!" he said looking up from his paperwork.

After Snowflaik had gotten back into her classroom, the morning went by without any incidents. At one moment, Snowflaik had gotten a pair of scissors from the cabinet next to her desk, and she had hidden it in the sleeve of her blouse.

When the bell rang to end the final lessons of the morning, Snowflaik told her friends she would be with them later, that she first had some things to do. She almost ran to the 2nd floor, and down the hallway to the bathrooms at the end of the hallway. She opened the door, and stood there waiting for Xianna to show up. The little cunt better show up, or else she'd have far worse things to deal with, Snowflaik thought, as she checked up the sleeve of her blouse to see if the scissors were still there.

 

[Alan23]

Xianna's day was getting worse and worse. At first, there had been the look of fear she'd seen on her mother's face at the sight of Mrs Leary. It was pathetic that one adult woman should be so terrified of another. The way the blood had drained from her mother's face, the way she'd immediately started stuttering and whispering... it was ridiculous. And Xianna wasn't fooled by how nice Mrs Leary had seemed... though, outwardly, she'd been friendliness personified, behind her cruel eyes had been a look that said "You pathetic bitch. I can pull your skirt down any time I like, and you're too weak to do anything about it." Xianna knew that her mother had seen this too, and didn't know whether to be most embarrassed on her own behalf or her mothers.

And then, even when Mrs Leary had gone, Mum still did not have the guts to tell the truth. She was obviously so terrified of Mrs Leary that even when she was not present, she did not dare to do anything that might upset her. By the undignified way she scrambled out of the office, tugging frantically at her jacket, Xianna knew she was totally afraid. Angels obviously knew that she knew, and must have been totally humiliated to look so ineffectual in front of her daughter, for the way Angela was blushing showed her total humiliation.

And now, as if to prove things could get even worse, Mum had started crying. Xianna was in no hurry to prolong this mortifying situation and took her leave as soon as she could.

*****

Graeme Hopkins sat back in his chair, as the door closed behind Mrs Fox and her daughter. He was no fool, and though he did not know exactly what was going on, he had easily picked up Mrs Fox's discomfiture. He was used to the way she always preened and blushed whenever they met, and usually she lingered, far longer than she even needed to. Today she'd run out so fast, he could tell she was afraid. And what - or, rather, who - she was afraid of was easy to guess. He knew that Snowflaik Leary constantly bullied Xianne Fox, but in a school such things happened. But surely, in the adult world, the same sort of thing didn't go on? Well, obviously it did. Poor Mrs Fox was obviously terrified.

He didn't really blame her for looking so embarrassed. To be an adult, and bullied, and have to react to it in front of her daughter must have been the ultimate humiliation. And by the brief look he'd had of Xianna's face, he could see she felt just as bad. Well, he could protect Xianna to a small extent (though not nearly as effectively as he might have done if Mrs Cole would back him) but, much as he sympathized, he could do nothing for Mrs Fox.

*****

Xianna sat through the period before break feeling as black as she had ever done in her life. As if being the girl who had had her skirt ripped off didn't make it bad enough, she was also now known as the daughter of the mother who was too weak to protect herself, never mind her daughter. Every time she thought of the evening before, the walk through the schoolyard, and her mother's pathetic retreat from the office, her blush grew more powerful. And the way the other kids were giggling and pointing at her made it even worse.

And if that wasn't bad enough, Snowflaik had demanded they meet at morning break. Not going was simply not an option, or the evil, bullying girl would seek her out and punish her even more. The morning seemed to drag for ever, and yet fly by at the same time, and she was almost relieved when the bell went. At least it would soon be over.

She entered the restroom, her head downcast, carrying all the money she had in her hand. "I... I'm sorry, Snowflaik," she stammered, as soon as she entered. "I... I got here as quickly as I could. And I'm sorry my m-mother insulted your mother, it won't happen again. P-Please... here's all the money I have, but I'll get you more soon. D-d-did you want me to do your homework?"

And then she saw Snowflaik advancing upon her, with a pair of scissors in her hand, and Xianna's face went white.

"No, please... m-mercy," she wailed.

*****

Paul Dennisson arranged the tray of cream horns carefully, and went to check on the latest batch of loaves. It had been a slow morning, but the morning tea rush would start soon, and the shop would be full of workers buying sandwiches and rolls. He was already well prepared, with the buttered slices and fillings set out. He was alone in the shop today, for Mr Hitchens, the owner had gone to buy supplies, and Julie, the assistant, was off sick.

He looked up to see one of the shop's regular customers enter. Mrs Fox. He remembered her well, for the day before she'd - he was sure - been trying to flirt with him, though she hadn't managed it very well. She'd obviously been nervous, for she'd been tugging at her jacket, and started blushing... and now, he saw, she was standing at the door, again fussing with her clothes and hair, and looking nervous. He looked up at her, and gave her his best smile...

 

[sweetred]

Snowflaik took the scissors out of the sleeve of her shirt, and waited for Xianna to show up. On one side she would be just as happy for her not to show up. She would suffer double if she wouldn't show her scrawny little body here. She would just have to do it in public instead. Just then the door opened and Xianna walked in. Snowflaik got a smile on her face. Realizing the power she now had over Xianna. If the bitch listened to her like this, the possibilities were immense. Hah, she could make this bitch do all sorts of stuff for her, and then she could get away with it. But for now, she stored that knowledge in her mind.

"Didn't your sorry excuse for a mum teach you to look at people when you talk to them bitch?" She snapped at Xianna, as she took a step forward, "and what kind of a stupid question is that? of course you do my homework. That doesn't change. Just don't fuck it up again like last time."

Then Snowflaik took the money from Xianna's hand and counted it. "Thanks! You shouldn't have" She said grinning. She saw the tears in Xianna's eyes, and her grin became even wider, when she saw Xianna looking at the scissors in her hand with fear. Snowflaik raised the scissors up in front of Xianna's face and made opened them and closed them again. "Hahaha you think I would cut you with this" She laughed in Xianna's face. Xianna just looked at the scissors and was unable to answer. Snowflaik didn't back down when she saw a single tear run down Xianna's cheek. "Oh yeah right, like I would want to get my hands dirty, Stupid and stop your pathetic crying," she whispered as she brought her face next to Xianna's face. "I'm just going to use them to help you..." She grinned.

Then Snowflaik took one step back again, and put her hand on the waistband of Xianna's skirt. With one quick pull, the skirt fell down to floor, leaving Xianna stand there again in her childish panties. She couldn't hold back a burst of laughter when she saw Xianna had her button-down shirt in her undies again. And before Xianna realized, Snowflaik grabbed one side of the band of her panties, and with a swift movement, she cut the side in two. Then as Xianna's hands went down to her panties, to try and hold them, Snowflaik took the other side on the other thigh and cut that as well. Then Snowflaik pushed away Xianna's hands, and she grabbed the waistband of the panties at the front and pulled the panties away. "There you go. that's so much better. No more silly baby panties for You." Snowflaik smiled. Xianna tried to put her hands in front of her crotch to cover her nudity, but Snowflaik pushed her hands away. "I don't think so!, she said, "hand me your skirt!"

Xianna just stood there, not able to move, until Snowflaik raised her hand and slapped Xianna on her cheek. "There, now you have something to cry about bitch!" she snapped at Xianna, "And now hand me your skirt!"

Xianna slowly bend down and picked up her skirt from the floor and handed them to Snowflaik.

"Now take the scissors and cut the top 3 buttons from your shirt. When you're done, you can collect your skirt downstairs in the toilets." Snowflaik said as she handed the scissors over to Xianna. And as Snowflaik turned around to walk out, she turned back one more time, saying "And don't get any stupid ideas of going to Mr. Hopkins or another teacher, or I'll think of even worse punishments." And out the door went Snowflaik. Snowflaik was laughing all the way down to the ladies toilets. As she walked in, there was one girl there, fixing her hair, and as soon as she saw Snowflaik enter, she fled out the door. Snowflaik turned on the faucet and put the skirt in the sink, letting the faucet run it's water onto Xianna's skirt. Then she went outside, leaving the faucet running and just stood there next to the door, waiting on Xianna.

**************

Angela reached the bakery shop, and felt a little more at ease now that she was there. She looked inside through the window, and saw that just Paul was in the shop. She brushed her hand through her hair, and tried to fix it up. Then she walked into the bakery, and plucked unconsciously at her jacket as she heard the bell ring as she entered. Hold it together Angela, keep your cool and play it good. If you want to get a chance at a date, you just have to get yourself together, she thought, as she stepped up to the counter.

"Hello Miss Fox" Paul said

"H.. Hello Paul," Angela said trying to sound as steady as she possibly could, "Y... Your buns look uhm tasty today Paul"

Angela felt as if she was stung by a bee and quickly tried to recover her composure after her wrong first line. "Uhmmm uhmmm I ... I uhmm.. I mean... those buns" She said pointing at the buns in the display at the counter.

Paul gave Angela a sweet smile, and nodded, as he said "Don't worry Miss Fox, I understand what you mean. How are you today anyway? You look good today Miss Fox"

Oh my God, does he think I look good, Angela thought, does he like me, would he, oh no, should I.... All these thoughts shot through her head as she felt her face turn red and she felt getting warm and blushing. "I ummm I... I am fine thank You P...P...Paul." Angela stuttered. "H.. How are you today?" She asked him. Oh why did she always have to be so damn nervous around men she liked. He was so damn cute and she felt butterflies in her stomach only just because he asked her so friendly how she is doing.

 

[Alan23]

Knowing that her revenge on the stupid little Fox girl was well in hand - Snowflaik wouldn't let her down - Sianelle was able to turn her attention to the other pressing issue in her life. The one bad part about today was that she hadn't had enough time with Mr Hopkins. The arrival of the stupid elder Fox had prevented that. Though the way that Angela Fox had gone to pieces when she'd seen her, going white and red by turns, stammering, yanking at her jacket and all-round looking totally terrified had almost been reward enough. Especially as the stupid cow had had to go through the humiliating situation in front of her daughter. It had been so funny to see both the Foxes looking like idiots!

Anyway, there was a way to compensate for her time with Mr Hopkins being so short. She thought a trip to the bakers was in order, maybe to pick up some jam rolls or scones... or even, if she got lucky, picking up something else!

*****

Xianna crouched behind the bushes at the end of the playing field, sobbing. Today had been even worse than yesterday.

Her blouse was now open almost to the navel, and it was impossible to hide her boobs. Xianna was shy even about showing her bra strap, never mind the whole bra. And, as well as that, she was in acute discomfort. Her skirt was sodden wet, but not wearing it was out of the question, for she had nothing on underneath. She was desperately trying to pluck up her courage to slink home, for, one thing was sure, she was certainly not going to face her classmates looking like that!

Again, she cursed her mother. Any other mother could be counted on to defend her daughter against a situation like this. Why did her own mother have to be such a coward? That situation in Mr Hopkins' office had been so humiliating, with Mum stammering and shaking and being so obviously frightened of Snowflaik's horrid mother. Now even Mr Hopkins new, as well as all the kids, that her mother was such a loser. She gave another shake of her skirt, to try and dry it quicker.

* * * * *

Paul Dennisson was finding the situation amusing in the extreme. The way she'd got into such a state about her accidental double-entendre had been, he had to admit, kind of cute. It was obvious she was trying to flirt, and not making a very good job of it. She often did this, and usually got totally embarrassed, and this time was no exception. She was fussing with her hair, yanking at her jacket, and her pretty face was now almost as red as her hair.

He had always felt a bit sorry for her, ever since the time in the shop when another woman had tried to push in front of her to get the last lemon cake. Most women would have stood up for their rights, and in fact Mrs Fox had tried to, becoming at first, quite angry. But then the other woman had stared at her and poor Mrs Fox had started trembling and stammering, mumbled something and sidled to the back of the queue, looking totally mortified at being faced down in public. It must, he guessed, have been a real trial, not being able to stand up for yourself.

So he tried to be nice, asking what she wanted, and filling her order, adding an extra bun without charge. He was just handing her the bag when the shop bell tinkled and in walked Sianelle Leary. He smiled inside. She was another woman who usually tried to flirt with him. He was certainly, he thought, in demand today!

 

[sweetred]

Angela was rummaging in her purse to get out the change to pay Paul. She was feeling a lot better now that she was here. Paul was such a nice man, and she really liked him. She thought he would be the kind of man she would love to have around her. If only she wasn't so damn shy when she saw him. Like now, here they were, alone. Normally there were more people in the shop, and that was times when she absolutely wouldn't dare to talk to him direct. And now she was alone, with him, in the shop. He had even smiled at her. And such a sweet smile. But she thought he probably has a girlfriend already. All good guys had girlfriends or were married. And who would want to date her. He probably could do a lot better then her. That were all thoughts that shot through her mind. But she also knew that now was her change if she was ever going to get a chance to ask him just for a cup of coffee or something maybe, now would be the chance. She handed him the money for the buns, and cleared her throat. Building up courage, she brushed her finger through the palm of his hand. Oh dear God, she thought, please help me with this!

"Uhmm... Paul... uhm... can I... uhm ask you uhm... something please...?" she stuttered as she looked up at him trying to give him her best smile. Unfortunately for Angela, her best smile when she was this nervous gave her more a silly look then a seductive look. She saw Paul nod his head at her questions, and gathering her nerves once more, with another brush through her hair, and from her her hair her free hand went straight down to the hem of her jacket. She had the hem between two fingers and plucked a little at it, as she finally again cleared her throat, and looking at him straight, said "Would uhmm would I mean, I ummm no, uhmmm can we uhmm have a coffee uhm together maybe uhm someday Paul? I uhm know you uhm must be busy and uhm all, but uhm and uhmm.. I understand if you uhm... can't ..." She fell silent after that. She hadn't heard the bell at the door ring when she finally had gotten the nerve to ask Paul to go out for a drink with her. She hadn't heard and she certainly hadn't noticed that another person had then entered the shop...

**********

Snowflaik just couldn't remember when she had laughed so loud and so hard. Oh my GOD, it was hilarious when that stupid bitch Xianna had come down, in her naked butt. Down the stairs. Oh my, the silly cow hadn't even thought of waiting till school was out or something... How stupid could she really be. Snowflaik hadn't been the only one who had seen Xianna walk down though. Her group of school friend had been with her. They all had had such a good laugh. And the look on that girls face when she had seen them standing there laughing at her. She had turned just as red as her mum's hair.

Just that stupid John had interfered with her plans. How stupid of him to walk up to Xianna and tell her, Snowflaik that she was going to far. Where did his stupid objection come from. Was he becoming a choirboy all of a sudden. He had given his jacket to Xianna, so she could cover her bottom and legs with it. He had apologized on her behalf to him. Where did he get the nerve to speak on her behalf. She wasn't going to apologize. For one if someone needed to apologize, it was her. Just for being here.

Snowflaik had not said a word to John anymore after that. But she had given him the finger, and that certainly should have been enough to make him realize that she wasn't going to talk to him again. Standing up to her. No way, nobody did that. And certainly not now.

***********

John had had enough of the bullying of Xianna. He actually liked the small blond girl, and thought it was so unfair of Snowflaik to bully her this much. Letting someone walk through school in her naked butt, was not fair, and not done. So when he saw Xianna walk down the stairs, he had made a decision. He walked up to Xianna, who was halfway down the stairs and had handed her his jacket. "Here Xianna, use this to cover yourself." He said, giving her his friendliest smile. He had seen the fear and sadness in her eyes when she had looked up at him. And it almost made him melt. So he had apologized on behalf of Snowflaik. And then, when he had turned around, Snowflaik had given him the finger, before she walked away with the rest of the group. Well, so be it, he didn't want to be part of a group that did this sort of things.

 

[Alan23]

As he leaned against the wall of the gymnasium smoking a cigarette, John Hartfield thought about the events of a few minutes before.

Anyone who had not known him long would have taken John for an affable, slightly shy eccentric. The sort of kid that reads anime and plays with computers, makes a joke of every situation, and turns away wrath with soft answers and quips. In fact, they would not have been entirely wrong. In most encounters, he was exactly like that. Even though the teachers despaired of him - for, they said, with his high intelligence, he could easily become a star student, if only he'd attend more than twice a week - most of them still all liked him. He had contempt for authority, but this manifested itself in refusing to follow fads, cleave to fashion, or adopt the typical manner marking one out as "cool."

John was able to do this, and remain unmolested and persecuted by his peers because of another of his ability - one not immediately apparent on first glance, and probably not until one treated him badly or unfairly. In short, John's upbringing in the very worst part of town had given him the ability to fight like a rabid rat. Trying to bully him would probably result in a sarcastic quip that reduced the bully to ridicule, but if said bully persisted it was usually John that walked away from the fight a victor, and the bully that limped away clutching his testes, or blinded by a swift eye-poke. John had no use for the Marquis of Queensbury's ideals. To him, the rules were simple. Don't fight unless you have to. And if you have to fight, don't lose.

Having proved himself, and gained (without trying) a reputation as a hard man, John found himself welcomed in the groups and cliques that run any school, including that frequented by Snowflaik Leary. Now, he guessed, that was one group that no longer welcomed him, which, he thought, would probably cost him little sleep. None of the males that hung around her would willingly take him on, after all.

He had, in fact, not lied to Snowflaik. He did think her constant bullying of poor Xianna Fox was going too far. But his chivalry in lending Xianna his jacket had not been entirely on the grounds of chivalry. Male fetishes are a strange thing, and John's was stranger than most. It was, in fact, a sexuality that might well have been at home in medieval England. The sight of a damsel in distress did things to his libido that sent it into overdrive. Seeing Snowflaik rip off Xianna's skirt the day before had given him a charge that meant he'd had to go immediately to the washroom and sexually relieve himself. When, earlier that morning, he'd heard about how Mrs Leary had humiliated Mrs Fox in front of Xianna, he'd felt even hornier!

And then, when he'd seen Mrs Fox, making her shame-faced way to the Head's office, and seen how attractive she was...

He decided he wanted to get to know Mrs Fox. And the sooner the better!

*****

Eventually, Xianna's skirt had dried enough for her to be able to walk the streets without making a total exhibition of herself, and she let herself in to her home with a sigh of relief - and with two thoughts fighting for place in her mind.

The first was an entirely negative one - the humiliations of the day. And that since that horrible Snowflaik had contrived to damage so much of her clothing, her mother was bound to find out. One item could be put down to an accident ("I spilled ink on my blouse and it was ruined, so I threw it away,") and in fact she'd already thrown the blouse into the bin. But unless her skirt dried out fully before Mum did the washing, it would be discovered. And Mum would also want to know what had happened to her panties. Three missing items could not be explained away. The dreadful thought struck Xianna that Mum might be so angry she'd again try to tackle Mrs Leary, which would mean even more humiliation for Mum and herself! She shuddered at the thought!

The second thought, however, was more pleasant. She was remembering how John Hartfield had given her his jacket. At first she'd suspected some cruel game on his part, maybe using it as an excuse to relax her, then turn on her and do something even worse. Yet he had done nothing untoward, had spoken to her quite softly and sympathetically, and treated her as well as anyone ever did. For most people of course, such a simple kindness would not have been especially notable but for Xianna - who had never had the sniff of a boyfriend, or any true friends, that tiny incident was one that had worked its way into her mind. She had made much out of very little, and was already thinking of him fondly. Very fondly!

*****

Paul Dennisson was actually on the verge of agreeing to Mrs Fox's suggestion they have coffee. After all, he was, at this time, between lady friends, and he could sense how difficult she had found it to pluck up the courage to ask him. For her to overcome her shyness to that extent, he felt, must mean she had a pretty strong desire to see him.

But just as he was on the verge of agreeing, and beginning to make plans, Sianelle Leary entered the shop. Paul decided to wait until they were in private before discussing it - Angela Fox might, he felt, be shy about anyone knowing. She was that type of woman.

"Why Angela," trilled Sianelle, in the friendly voice she had used in the office at the school. "How nice to see you again, so soon." It amused her greatly to see how Angela's face had gone white when she'd entered, how she started shaking... and then relaxed when Sianelle had pretended to be nice. It was like manipulating a child! As Angela stammered out a greeting, Sianelle rapidly made her plans. She could see that Angela was flirting with Paul... that was twice today this useless red-headed bitch had intruded on the territory of her betters.

"Oh, Angela, Mrs Wilkinson was asking me something, yesterday," she continued, "and I thought you might be able to help. You know Mrs Wilkinson, don't you? The slightly overweight lady who lives in Oak Tree Street." In fact, Mrs Wilkinson - whatever her weight - was an entirely imaginary person, but necessary for Sianelle's plan.

"She's planning to try out those "spanx" pants, you know, like you wear," she went on, an innocent smile one her face. "But she was worried they might, you know, ride up. Well, I never wear them myself, but I know you do, so I wondered if you could help. No don't bother - I'll check."

She moved swiftly, before Angela could react. Though even if she had been quick enough, Sianelle knew Angela was nowhere near strong enough to resist. Nor, for that matter, would she dare even try, for fear of Sianelle doing something worse. Sianelel giggled inside as she flipped up Angela's skirt, giving her (and, more importantly, Paul) a clear view of Angela's white Spanx, standing out clear against her off-black pantyhose. What was even better (from Sianelle's point of view) was that her guess about them wrinkling up was correct, adding authenticity to her claim that she was only checking on Mrs Wilkinson;s behalf - for, through the course of the day, Angela's Spanx had, indeed, bunched up along her thin legs, making her look even more ridiculous than if they'd stayed properly in place.

"Ah yes, I see," giggled Sianelle. "Perhaps I'll tell her she'd better think again. Honestly, aren't they uncomfortable, the way they ride up like that? Anyway, thanks for the help."

She left the shop, trying to hide how she was shaking with laughter. Well, that was her territory defended as far as Paul Dennisson was concerned. There was no way a guy could have any interest in a woman after seeing she wore such ridiculous (and ill-fitting) underwear! Talk about passion-killers!

She almost wished she could be a fly on the wall, to see how Angela reacted once she was alone with Paul again!

 

[sweetred]

Angela stood there with her face completely red, she was paralyzed and there were tears in her eyes. "Nooo... not again..." she thought. There was no way she could look up at Paul right now. Why did that awful woman have to do this to her. What had she done to her to deserve this? She dropped her bag and the paper bag of buns in shock. Stammering "I... I... ohhh... no... I...," she turned around, and ran out the door with her skirt still pulled up around her waist. The bags were still on the floor of the bakery, with one of the buns rolled out of the ripped paper bag. The last thing Paul could hear her say was a muffled apology.

Angela kept running as if there was a wild animal chasing her. The people she passed on her way, saw the shocked woman, with her skirt pulled up around her waist and the spanx and her panties clearly visible. Most people just couldn't resist laughing at the sight of this woman. Only one or two elderly ladies didn't laugh. Their mouths fell open and their concern was obvious.

When Angela finally realized her skirt was still pulled up around her waist, she ran into an alleyway, and stopped there. She pulled her skirt down and then put her hands to her face. Leaning against the wall she stood there with her head in her hands, crying loud. She had stood there for several minutes, until her crying had gone to sobbing. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands and wiped the tears off her cheeks. Then she realized she had dropped her bag in the bakery store. Of all things, she now had to get the courage to go back and face Paul again. If only she just had dropped the buns, why did she have to drop her bag. She needed that back, she couldn't go home, her keys to the house were in the bag as well as her personal papers and her wallet. Why oh why...

Angela tried to gather all her courage and slowly started to walk out of the alley. She slowly walked back along the way she had ran just before. The people who had been laughing saw her walking by with her head bowed down. Angela could feel their eyes staring at her, and heard their mumbled voices and grinning. She was so embarrassed, what could she tell Paul, how could she ever face him again. He would be laughing at her in her face, she just knew it. And just now, just at the moment when she had had the courage to ask him out. That would never happen now, she was sure of it.

Then, Angela reached the bakery shop. As she stood there, in front of the window, she peeked inside, and saw Paul was busy helping a man in a business suit. They were the only 2 persons in the shop, and she could see her bag standing on top of the counter, right next to the cash register. She again rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands, and then, as if in slow motion, she reached for the door handle, and opened the door. As the bell rang, Paul looked up at her, and the business man looked over his shoulder. They saw Angela walk in, with her shoulders hanging, one hand plucking at her jacket, and her eyes red and the make-up all messed up and smeared around her eyes.

"Are you okay miss?" The business man asked, as he saw something was wrong with this woman. She looked up at him, and just nodded, not able to say a word. "Are you sure?" The business man asked again. "Y... Yes sir" Angela answered with a mumbled voice. The business man turned around again, and shrugged his shoulders at Paul. He got his wallet out of his pocket, paid for his sandwiches and left the store, glancing over to the redhead woman one final time.

Then Paul and Angela were alone again. Angela just didn't know what to say. She just stood there...


**************


Snowflaik and her friends were walking down the hall when classes were about to start again. The whole prank with Xianna had gone so wonderfully well. Except when that asshole John had interfered and handed her his coat. Why did he have to blow such a perfect prank? Why did he have to be such a loser and help that bitch. She had deserved what she had gotten, so there was nothing to feel sorry for. Well, she just had to plan another prank then. And then one where that loser wouldn't be able to help Xianna. She would get even with both of them.

Her chance came sooner then she had expected. As class began again, and everybody was in the room, except Xianna and John Hartfield. The teacher, Mrs. Jones, had asked if anyone knew where they were. That is when Snowflaik had told Mrs. Jones that she had seen Xianna and John leave school together holding hands, during the break. And to add some extra dimension to the story, she had told the teacher that John had told her he was going to fuck that Xianna girl. Snowflaik told the teacher that she had heard that Xianna had been having sex with a lot of guys from school. And that she was a real slut outside of school hours.

Mrs. Jones had then sent Snowflaik to Mr. Hopkins office to tell him what she had just told her. Snowflaik was happy to do so and only a few minutes later she was knocking on the door to the office where Mr. Hopkins now was sitting.

He listened to the story Snowflaik told him, and then said "You're not making it up are you Snowflaik? I know you and Xianna are no friends and that you have been known to bully her around."

"No, honestly Mr. Hopkins. It's what John told me. I wouldn't lie to you now would I? I mean, I don't want to be expelled from school, now that I am getting such good grades and all. And besides, I'm not bullying her, we are just having fun together and playing pranks on each other." She said with her sweetest and most innocent smile.

"Mmmm Okay well, this is going to far. I guess this mr Hartfield and Miss Fox have to pay the consequences for this. Thank you for being so open and honest Snowflaik," Mr Hopkins said as he showed Snowflaik to the door again. "Now get back to class and leave this to me, okay?"

"Sure Mr Hopkins, anytime. And uhm thank you for believing me Sir." Snowflaik said in her humblest voice.

When the door closed behind her, she walked downstairs, with a big evil grin on her face. Ohh this started getting better and better. Now she caused trouble for both of them...