Effie woke with a start, her neck aching from the awkward position in which she had dropped off to sleep with her head resting on her arm, and her face pushed up against the window.<br/><br/>She realized someone was shaking her shoulder.  “It’s your stop Missy”, the driver was saying, “It’s time to get off”><br/><br/>Stirring, Effie was relieved to see that the revolting man that had been sitting next to her had gone – hopefully he had gotten off the bus some time ago.  It had been a very uncomfortable experience.  As she had curled up against the window and closed her eyes, she was certain that she could feel his body deliberately pushing up against her, his thighs pushing against her own on the bench.  Her relief was short-lived though, and as she sat up properly, she quickly realized that the hem of her pleated school skirt had risen up – in fact, not just risen up – it had been lifted up so it was now bunched around her hips, her long bare thighs and white cotton panties clearly on display.  She quickly moved to pull it down, noticing the leering glances and knowing smiles from the other passengers sitting opposite her.<br/><br/>Blushing madly, she stood up and jumped of the bus as quickly as she could.<br/><br/>She was at a small, deserted bus station.  She opened the note that Miss Turnberry has given her.  Apparently she was to be picked up by a chauffeur from this place, and then driven to the new school.<br/><br/>“I hope it’s a nice plush limousine,” she muttered to herself, looking for somewhere to sit down<br/>