Storiesonline.net ------- Majik Thoughts by Old Fart Copyright© 2004 by Old Fart ------- Description: Miss Rich Bitch picks on a youngster and get's her due. Codes: mc ------- It happened before I knew it. No accident with a coma, experiment by curious aliens or gift from a thankful entity. All by itself. Suzy Dorffman, a junior I'd admired from afar since 5th grade said "Get out of my way, Shorty" one time too many. First of all, my name's not Shorty. I just happen to be 4' 10", but I know I'll get taller eventually. After all, I'm only a freshman. Anyway, Suzy, Miss "My daddy can buy the universe," Miss Popular, Miss "Kiss my ass, peasants," had been picking on me for as long as I'd been admiring her. I was trying to squeeze just one more book into my locker, but ducked out of the way as she slammed the door of hers, right above mine. She sniffed as she looked down on me and spun around. And then it happened. I got this crystal clear picture of Suzy tripping and falling flat on her face as her books went tumbling out in all directions. I also got a picture of the back of her dress up above her waist, putting her cute little butt on display. I was actually turning toward Suzy to warn her to watch out when I saw her books go flying as she tripped and fell right on her face, her skirt coming up over her back. She did have a cute little butt as was evident with the way her tight panties had worked their way between the cheeks at the bottom of her bottom. I heard a couple of people snickering, then a couple more, then a girl saying "Oh, my God!" then all of a sudden everyone around was laughing. There must have been 20 people in the hallway, having a laugh at Suzy's expense. Suzy looked helpless on the ground and then I saw a dark spot grow on her panties as a puddle grew underneath her. She was so humiliated she was peeing in her pants. The laughter increased. She started sobbing and looked miserable, lying there on the ground. I couldn't stand it. I walked around to the front of her, knelt down and held out my hand. She had her face buried in her hands, still sobbing. I reached in and pulled her left hand out from under her chin. She looked up at me and I smiled encouragingly. She let me lift her up. She stood there, head down, not looking at anyone, still sobbing quietly as I went around and picked up all the books. I closed my eyes and created another picture. All the kids that had been there laughing were gone and Suzy was giving me a hug and thanking me. The puddle was gone. I opened my eyes and we were alone in the hallway. Suzy kind of jerked, then looked around. She took a step forward and put her arms on my shoulders and said "You did this somehow, didn't you?" I shook my head yes. "I guess so. I'm sorry Suzy, but I get so mad when you call me Shorty. I guess I flipped out." "Well, at least you fixed it. Would you like a reward?" We went out to the student parking lot and got into Suzy's Lincoln Navigator. She gave me my reward. Suzy doesn't call me Shorty anymore. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2004-12-02 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------