Bus pervert and bus thief

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I remember when I first graduated from university and was working in Shenyang, I took the bus to and from work, and encountering perverts on buses was a common occurrence. Some girls chose to silently endure and avoid it, while others chose to fight back. Of course, some girls' actions were quite surprising—they chose to cooperate! Why would perfectly normal young girls tolerate bus perverts like that? Were they out of their minds? What were the reasons for their tolerance? Was it because they were timid and afraid? Or was it because of the physiological needs of puberty? These are all possible reasons, but there are always some reasons that normal people would never think of!
Let me tell you about my own experience!
I remember it was a snowy, cold day, and I had a particularly unlucky day: First, because I didn't edit the photos well, my unmarried, 30-something female boss threatened to deduct all my bonuses for the month. While we were having lunch together, I don't know if it was an accident or intentional, but she stomped on my foot hard with her high heels. Second, my boyfriend of four years from university broke up with me, using the excuse of being in a long-distance relationship. Third, my rent was due soon, but I couldn't pay the second half of the year. The landlord said he'd give me three more days; if I still couldn't pay, I'd be kicked out and sent to some rural place...
My eyes were red and swollen from crying, and I boarded the last bus to the suburbs. The bus was crowded, and there were no seats. I gripped the handrail with one hand and rubbed my aching temples with the other, feeling dizzy and disoriented. Just then, I felt something strange. A boy about my age pressed close to me. He was very tall, but he kept his head down, pressing his mouth and nose against my neck as if it were a dish he wanted to eat. He held onto the handrail with one hand, while the other was on my chest. I tried to move away, but there were too many people on the train, and I couldn't escape. The boy became even more brazen. His hand, which had been still, started groping me, and he was using a lot of force. I whispered, "What are you doing?" He pretended not to hear me, and my voice was drowned out by the noise in the carriage. Seeing his increasingly shameless actions, I glared at him, but his gaze never met mine. It was as if he was molesting a piece of wood, not a living person…
What I did next surprised even myself, because I gave up struggling and resisting, and actually cooperated with him. He looked down at me in surprise, his face turning bright red. I started to wonder if this was his first time harassing someone on a bus. What? Was I the first one to cooperate?
As I got off the bus, I thought smugly, "You little rascal, trying to take advantage of me? You're still too green!"
Yes, I stole his wallet while he was touching me. It wasn't premeditated; it was a spur-of-the-moment thing, but he didn't even notice. This was my first time being a pickpocket, and it went so smoothly!
I started counting the money after getting off the bus, trembling with joy, because it was enough for my rent. Although I felt a little guilty, I quickly felt relieved. Yes, consider it teaching that kid a lesson.
But I was too happy too soon. I hadn't even walked 200 meters when the boy caught up with me. I was terrified. He was definitely coming to ask for the money back. In this dark bus stop, I was no match for him. So before he could ask, I handed him his wallet, saying, "Here you go, I didn't touch a single penny!" But the boy smiled and waved at me: "I'm not here to ask you for money!" I was even more puzzled. If he wasn't here for money, then what was he here for? Did he want to…? I didn't dare think any further. Although I hadn't refused him on the bus, I was still a decent girl. He wanted
something more, no way! But what the boy said next almost made me cry. He actually said to me: "Although I did something wrong to you earlier, I can tell at a glance that you're a good girl. You've definitely never stolen anything before, this is the first time, right? You seem a little upset, but no matter what happens, don't do anything that crosses your moral boundaries, or you'll regret it later! Don't worry, I don't want the money, you can keep it! But remember, never do anything like this again! I chased after you to tell you this, don't misunderstand me!"
Although his words touched and surprised me, I still coldly smiled and said to him: "Forget it!" "Don't play the gentleman with me. If you're the embodiment of justice and morality, why did you treat me like that on the bus? Wasn't what I did just now an eye for an eye?"
The boy laughed, a pure and innocent laugh. He said, "You seem so quiet, but I didn't expect you to be so talkative. Let me put it this way, if I said this was my first time being a bus pervert, would you believe me?"
I said, "Of course not." The boy laughed again, turned and walked away. I felt his nonchalant attitude wasn't fake. For some reason, I shouted at his back, "What's your phone number?" The boy didn't even turn his head, but he gave me a number, saying he'd only say it once. If I remembered it, I could contact him; if not, it was fine. But thank God, I actually remembered his number.
The next day, I started trying to call him. He asked what I wanted. I replied, "Is it true that this is your first time being a bus pervert? Then why did you become a bus pervert? Can you tell me why?"
The boy laughed again, saying, "Your curiosity is just too strong. Let me tell you, humans are like that—sometimes human, sometimes god, sometimes devil, often teetering between the realms of humans, gods, and demons. Sometimes a person's sins are due to external stimuli, sometimes it's just a fleeting thought. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
I asked him, "So, were you a pervert that day?" He laughed and said, "You were a perverted woman that day too. Neither of us is exactly innocent. But we live in the same city, and we're friends now. If you have any difficulties, if you trust me, you can tell me. Maybe I can help you."
And so, we started seeing each other on and off. After nearly two years of dating, we became lovers. Finally, one day, he told me that the reason he treated me that way on the bus was because he had broken up with his girlfriend of five years, and I suddenly felt resentful towards younger women, so he took advantage of me. He wasn't lying; that day truly was the first time he had ever been a pervert on a bus…
Later, we got married.
The man I married was a pervert on the bus, and he married a pickpocket on the bus.
But we are truly happy now!

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