I hate riding public transport during rush hour, but yesterday was the first time I enjoyed it. At the next stop, a tall man squeezed through the door wearing a coat over his shoulders. I was wearing a short skirt... The crowd pushed him directly against my backside. The bus jumping over bumps made him rub against me. He put his hand on my waist, as if to hold on, and pressed himself against me even harder. I could feel him all over my body, but I couldn't move away.
