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I am walking up the road on the way home from Uni. I have already met two people and moaned about The Law therefore would quite like to go home to spaghetti and fishfingers.

There are some boys in front of me kicking a football up the road. Probably 17 – 18. Okay, okay I admit it, they were about 8 years old. They were in tracksuits and wore gold. I am saying this in a neutral tone but you know what I am saying.

They stare at me a bit as I walk past. I stare back, probably more intimidated than they are.

One looks at me maliciously. He has vacant grey eyes. Big hands. Hair short at sides long on top.

“You’re in there,” he says to his friend.

I raise my eyebrows. It disturbs me when kids know about sex and swearing. I decide to set them straight.

“You are NOT in there,” I say. I am cringing as I write this. Why must I be so cocky? And so self-righteous. ARGH.

The boy with the grey eyes stares at me for a moment. He silently indicates his ball and his friend.

Ohhhh. His friend was inSIDE. WITH THE BALL.

“What did YOU mean?” Grey-eyed boy says.

I shudder. This is not happening. NOT HAPPENING.

“Nothing,” I say, staring at the floor.

“You meant sex didn’t you!”

“NO.”

“Oh my God she meant sex,” he says to his friends. They all laugh. I huff and walk off, as if this is not my fault.

“Hey lady,” I hear as I stomp off.

I turn around. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY.

He is BARING HIS BOTTOM AT ME.

I am so shocked my hand actually goes to my mouth.

And then his Dad arrives. He looks from his son’s bum to me and back again. And then he tuts at me.

Like I am a pervert.