“You peed in the pool,” Deanna accused.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Megan replied. If things got bad, she could always yell. Then again, there was no guarantee anyone would hear her. Why did she have to pick the last stall?
Suddenly, Deanna seized her wrists and pressed them against the wall.
“Hey!” she yelped as Lena reached in and rubbed her thumb against her crotch. She then withdrew it and sniffed it.
“Smells like piss to me,” she said and then pressed it against Megan’s face. “Does that smell like piss to you?”
Megan nodded. Anything to get rid of these psychos. She’d get them banned from the pool for good. Frankly, she was surprised that they weren’t already.
“Pissing in the pool is fucking disgusting,” Deanna uttered, spitting on her in the process. “People have to swim there. Me and Lena have to swim there.”
“Yeah, well, I’m sorry,” Megan mumbled. She was losing her patience. “Now would you get off of me?”
“Let’s teach this bitch a lesson,” Lena snarled.
Megan opened her mouth to scream for help, but Lena quickly clamped her hand over it. She was able to wiggle free, but before she could move anywhere, Deanna had a knife out.
“I carry this in case any perverts try to touch me in the pool,” she explained. Megan wondered who would WANT to. “It cut’s real good.”
Megan nodded. She was scared now. Were they going to cut her? Ugh….she just wanted to go home!
“Turn around and face the wall,” Deanna instructed.
Megan did so, leaving herself feeling vulnerable and exposed.
“What are you…” she began to ask.
That was when Lena smacked her. “Unless you want more, shut UP”

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