was this little wall just at the top of the slope. I hid behind it and waited. A minute later, the two men came up the street and I jumped out and screamed at them like a mad banshee woman and hurling every possible curse and insult I could conjure up. They were so startled they ran off. One further thing, on a more positive note a male friend and I were taking part in a drama festival, now, our piece was quite raunchy, but we were totally comfortable with each other as we has been friends for yonks and neither of us was the least bit attracted to each other, though we had quite a cuddly way of interacting. We stayed late at school to rehearse every evening for a week, and I was in the habit of just throwing my blazer over my catsuit before hopping on the 10 o clock bus home. I'd never had any issues before, but one night my friend asked me to put my uniform back on, I thought he was being patriarchal and ignored him, when we were on the bus his posture was so overbearing that I snapped and asked him what the hell was wrong. He said the same guy was staring as had been the night before and he was right. He saw us looking and my friend told him to fuck off, and hugged me. Some guys do know this shit goes on and can be really supportive.