Once the sex predator got a hold of a feministic woman. He decided to violate her in a dark corner. But she was not ready to be brutally violated. She didn't even pay too much attention to the sex-maniac at the moment. She was busy talking intimately with her friends about Brazil and Walt Whitman.
The predator got really offended by this neglect and started to twist her beautiful arms and grab her skinny hips. He even hurt his knuckle she was so bony. The Feministic woman ignored his unwanted advances and pinched his crotch, for good measure..
The sex-maniac was very sensitive around his crotch area, understandably so. Besides it hurt like hell. He changed his mind about raping the feminist and decided instead to harass her. He grabbed one of her breasts, smirking hungrily. The Feminist didn't like that one bit. She pushed him away with one quick fist and punched him in the nose with another.
The next moment she was back talking to her friends about Brazil and Walt Witman. The predator crushed on the clean recently washed floor, cursing his luck. He already had runny nose, now it was bloody too.
When the emancipated woman said good bye to her buddies, she remembered about the maniac. She wondered if he needed first aid, but he was nowhere to be found. Must have crawled away to nurse his wounded bleeding ego, thought the woman..
The feminist strolled home whistling and remembered with some satisfaction the success her Brazil and Walt Whitman stories had with her crowd...
(translated by Aquarel Ra)