Date: 4/8/2020
By Imetaphor
I'm a pretty girl at my old high school with neck-length black hair and blonde highlights (I'm usually not a girl in my dreams; maybe I'm her best friend). I'm a confident over-achiever and in student government. I start getting some exceptionally big donations of sheets of metal (or American cheese) for our school that as a matter of practice we store in the girls' locker room lockers. Some jock guys bust into the locker room while we're in there. They pull off our towels and terrorize us. The leader threatens me, saying give them a warning next time so they can have time to process it - meaning so they can skim some for themselves for money. I'm shaken up. Even the school administrators are cowed by these jock guys. And I'm just trying to do good deeds!