More than an unfamiliar face
I use to take the #9 bus to work. Each morning the bus had only about 25 passengers, all the same faces, getting off each morning at their stops, paper in hand, and clutching empty coffee cups. On one Friday morning, there was an unfamiliar face. I walked half way through the bus, and took a aisle seat. I could feel someone’s eyes on me, so I looked up to find that this unfamiliar face was starring right through me. It was so uncomfortable, that when I got off the bus, I hoped that I never lay eyes on that person again.
The following Monday morning, I entered the bus and there was this stranger again, and he was sitting right behind the driver. I was about 10 blocks from my stop when I noticed that this stranger was fondling his privates, and I looked around to see if anyone else noticed this. Everyone had their face in their papers, and drinking their coffee. Not only was he fondling himself he had a look of self pleasure on his face.
I got off the bus and called metro security, and I gave discription of this person, and they said that they would send an undercover cop out, The next day this stranger was on the bus, and again about ten blocks from my stop a young girl go on the bus, and sat across from this stranger, and he actually was masterbating. I guess the look on my face was that of more than disgust, but a look as if I wanted to hurt him. By the time the police did come (five days later) the guy was gone. The only reason I did not tell the driver is that this gup was sitting right behind him, and did not know what he might have done, so I did the next best thing. I can still see his face, and that was at least five years ago, and I have never taken a bus since.
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