<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br/><br/>A flush of bright red covering her face does nothing to hide the narrowing of her eyes, the quick flash of anger as Fern sees the attention paid her.<br/><br/>That pig!  That rotten, stinking, asshole!  Who the fuck does he think he is?  All these thoughts and more, quicker than one thought is brought to the front of her mind, another flash pushes it out of the way demanding attention, each more insulting than the last as she tries desperately to hide.<br/><br/>Never, never has she been undressed before others since she was small and being bathed.  And this piece of.. well, whatever it was,  was NOT clothing.<br/><br/>He comes near me I'm going to kill him.   That one thought brought all the others clamoring for attention to a halt.  No more pushing and shoving.  That one thought, at the front of the line.