Bitch, they thought. Bunny was convinced that all the boys were just one. The girls in the class didn’t let her between themselves. Not only because of her nature, and because she was a better learner, but also because whatever she took on, it suited her. Even if she had put on a sack of potatoes, she would suit her. Sprite, they thought. The boys were circling around her like males, but Bunny didn’t let go of her body again. She had only one experience. That’s why they didn’t like her either. Her figure, her graceful gait, made them desire, and she barely responded.