Diana stopped and gave them a withering look. Her baby blues burned into them, as she scowled.
How dare they treat her like some street whore. There was no reason to believe she was a prostitute.
True her outfit was rather sexy but this was not a red light district.
They needed to be taught a lesson, and she was just the woman to teach it.
"I guess you boys think you're funny," she said, walking up to them.
She shoved the tall slim one. Then slapped the other.
"Not so funny now, heh?"
"The bitch slapped me, Terrance," the shorter one said.
"Who you think you are, bitch?" Terrance said, developing an attitude and all.
"Me and Jamal will kick your fat ass if you mess with us."
"Like I'm afraid of a pair of boys."
"Boys? Boys? You hear that, Terrance, she called us BOYS," Jamal said, enraged.
"Bitch, we're men. Real MEN."
"Oh yeah, prove it," she said, pushing up against him.
"Be a man, and put me in my place. If you can."