Something Monica loved to do a few times a week, when she could, was to go canoeing on the lake adjacent to campus. That was one reason she decided to go to college here, because the campus was located on a large lake, a lake big enough to canoe on for hours on end. She usually canoed alone. She enjoyed the serenity of being by herself out in the middle of the big, tranquil lake, gliding along silently across the smooth waters. She'd usually go in the late afternoon after her last class and only bring the canoe back when it started to get dark. Monica grew up in the city, in St. Paul, but her grandparents lived in northern Minnesota, near the Canadian border. That was lake country, and since she was a little kid Monica had spent idyllic summers up there, regularly going canoeing with her family for as long as she could remember.nnOne afternoon Monica was out canoeing when, suddenly, she caught sight of a speedboat heading her way. These boats were the scourge of canoeists and rowers, with their speed, their loud engines and the generally reckless way they were often steered. Usually it was a bunch of guys racing around in them, most often loaded on beer, sometimes showing off for their girlfriends. In this boat there were three guys and right away Monica could see they seemed like jerks, hooting and hollering at her. They were probably a bunch of Fraternity creeps from Greek row.nnWhen they noticed Monica canoeing alone they suddenly veered toward her. She was frightened but there was nothing she could do. They steered right alongside her boat, almost into it, creating a wave that nearly capsized the canoe. Monica managed to evade that potential disaster, but now she found that the water the speedboat had kicked up had splashed all over her and her canoe and she was completely drenched.nn"Asshole motherfuckers!" she shouted at them, enraged. But they just turned and laughed at her like a pack of idiots.