Fuck them lewd, unworthy, disgusting men.
FUCK THEM ALL.
All she did was wait at the traffic light in her trusty green coupé.
Her top was not the most revealing of cleavages. Besides, the seat belt would surely hamper the view of any cleavage whatsoever.
But these Indian men stare at her from their company lorry anyway with that repulsive glint in their eyes.
No, a dirty look at their direction did not deter them. Perhaps it was motivation for them to attempt to intimidate and make a sexual object out of her.
She feels so fucking enraged that she cannot do anything at the time. To beat the red light would show that she was so intimidated that she was willing to commit a traffic offence. But to stay as she had done only gave them pleasure of using her as a sad soft-porn-on-the-job equivalent.
It’s so easy to say nobody can make you feel the way you do except yourself. So if you’re being raped, you can feel like you enjoy it if you make yourself feel so? It’s a harsh comparison, but see the rationale behind that.
DON’T FUCKING OGLE, YOU CHEAP, FILTHY, PATHETIC INDIAN MEN!!!!!
If you think this girl is racist, fuck it, she can’t change your mind and she won’t.