The metro entered the next station.The metro entered the next station. When it stopped, the hand grasped my buttocks, and rested on my behind, without caressing me. Happily, at this hour, when 10 people get off, 10 more get on. The shuffle literally plastered the woman in front of me against me. --Excuse me, she said. --That's OK, I said. There is nothing you can do. I tried to tell her with my eyes that I did not find this disagreeable. Her pelvis seemed overly pushed against mine, with respect the rest of her body. I did not object to that. That day, the metro seemed to bring me everything at the same time. As soon as the metro started up again, the hand went directly under my skirt; I imagined the man's joy in finding I had nothing on underneath; the hand didn't have to go down very far in order to pass under my skirt, of course. |