About 3 years ago, I was just starting high school - it was the Labor Day weekend - and was at the local swimming poll with some girlfriends.

These two young boys, probably around 11 or 12, were clowning around, you know, the typically annoying stuff, staring, splashing, etc., but they really weren't bothering us. They then, however, started bothering a couple of girls their age. When we saw one of the boys trying to off the top of one of the girls, my friends and I yelled at them and warned them to stop. They quickly swam away and we thought, o.k., that's that.

Then, a few minutes later, still in the pool and while I was talking to my friends, I suddenly felt a strong tug at my back and looked down to see my top floating away in the water in front of me! (I was standing in water that was a little above waist level, at the time.) One of those jerks had swam up behind me and had undone my top! I screamed and quickly covered myself with my arms as my friends Libby and Belinda closed in around me. ...

Needless to say, I was VERY embarrassed!

I was also very upset! I decided that those boys needed to be taught a lesson.