Harassing female college students

A burly, stocky woman, not a man. Six or seven years ago, I was a freshman in high school. I went shopping in the city with a friend. I was carrying a backpack and a tote bag. I got on the bus, and since there were no seats, I stood up. Next to me happened to be a senior from our school. He was wearing the senior uniform and glasses. I didn't look closely, but since we were from the same school, I figured he couldn't be a bad guy, so I calmly stood next to him. Looking back, it was a tragedy. Then I chatted with my friend. You know how buses are—they stop and start, and when they turn, they're always a bit shaky. I was wearing jeans, and I felt... 01.com">The side of my thigh was occasionally brushing against something. I'm such a loser, I didn't even think I was being touched. Do you guys know what I thought it was? I thought it was my handbag rubbing against my thigh as the bus swayed. I was a little confused later, wondering why it kept rubbing against me, and he kept looking down at my handbag. I hadn't noticed him at all. After a while, it dawned on me... My handbag was hanging quite low, so it wouldn't be rubbing against my thigh. Then it dawned on me, and I immediately glanced at him. He was actually looking at me, with a kind of half-smile. I was really startled and quickly looked down. ---Continuing on, after I looked down, all I could think about was what to do, what to do, what to do. I didn't dare look down because I was afraid of seeing his hand. He didn't seem afraid to do this kind of thing. I felt like he was still touching my thigh. I was so anxious, I didn't dare to scream, and I didn't dare to tell my friends. Then some people got off at one stop, and I saw there were seats on the other side, so I told my friend I'd go stand there. I immediately went over there. Damn it, he actually followed me! My heart was pounding... I was completely devastated. It was a long bus ride to school, and I hadn't told my friend, but he kept touching me. I'm the type who immediately shifts away if he touches me, trying to stop him from touching me again. But the bus was crowded, and the distance between us was too short, so there was no way to avoid it. I remember he touched one of my butts, and I couldn't dodge, so I just stood there, feeling really uncomfortable. My friend didn't notice. When we got to the school stop, I quickly pulled my friend off the bus; he was behind us. I was so scared, just wanting to get away as fast as possible, so I grabbed my friend and ran... I even looked back, and he was chasing after us! I was terrified. We ran back to the dorm. That was it. I saw him twice more at school afterward. This senior wasn't very good-looking... short and dark-skinned with a lot of acne. But I guess he wouldn't dare do anything to me at school... Anyway, he didn't do anything else to me. - [Complete 7.0.0.1>127.0.0.1]

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