You stiffen under his touch.. this is outrageous, but you're not quite sure what to do.
You're reserved and hate making a scene so your first instinct is to move away. The train is crowded though; its been a long, tiring day and your boyfriend is waiting at home: the last thing you want to do is get off the train.
You try to inch away, but his hand is firm on your hip. You look around the carriage. No-one seems to have noticed, so there is no hope of help.
Then you heart lifts. A guy sitting down is moving in his seat, his eyes catching yours. Maybe he's seen? Maybe he will be your knight in shining armour? You start to smile, hopefully.
He moves in his seat. Maybe he'll stand and let you sit? You smile back at him, start mouthing 'Thank you' with your best, peaches and cream, smile.
But then. No! Your hopes are dashed.... he was moving to undo his fly beneath his newspaper.
He smiles back at you. The creep is turned on by this!
Your hearts sinks.. and you feel that insistent hardness nestling at your rump.
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