They say that the number of girl bullies today is greatly increasing ....
As a boy, I endured my share of boy bullies until I learned to fight them back. The closest I ever came to having a girl bully me was one rude comment made about where I bought a shirt in seventh grade. Pure, uncalled for mean-ness. It puzzled me more than anything -- I had not expected such cruel words from such pretty lips. I did not hate her for it. Had she followed up with a request for me to do her some favor, I would have complied without hesitation.
Sometimes a naughty part of me contemplates what it would be like to go back in time, back to school days and whether I might then derive twisted pleasure from little boy me being bullied by some girl.
I imagine her lovely little lips pursing to spit in my face, and calling her girlfriends over to join her in doing so -- their giggles as each in turn mists my face with her saliva; her fingers gleefully removing the money from my wallet; her threat to sic her boyfriend on me if I didn't do her homework for her, her demand that I allow her to copy my answers on a test -- and the naughty little pleasure that each cruel demand of hers would give her.
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