Barrow I remember travelling on a crowded tube train and experiencing another [male] commuter leaning against me [with an erection – he was leaning close enough for me to tell] every time the train stopped and started and putting his hand out to balance when it just, unfortunately, brushed against my breasts or thighs. Eventually, I lost my patience and announced as loudly as I could – and I CAN BE LOUD – "If you touch my breasts or private parts once more, I shall pull the communication cord, you sick pervert". Of course, all the other commuters looked up to see what was going on and the pervert in question slithered off the train at the next stop – to a slow hand clap. My face was a bit red, but I reckoned I had done the right thing.
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