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Filmed on the Night Bus
(Dianne Herbert)

Filmed on the Night Bus



Starting a new job is always a good reason to be nervous, and I certainly was as I waited to get on the bus. I was trying something new, and in an area I had not previously worked in before, which made it twice as bad. This could be a big thing for me  -  but, equally, it could end in abject failure.



When I stepped aboard, the only space was about halfway back and against the window. I needed to ask the guy sitting there to move his legs so that I could squeeze by. A gentleman would have scooted over himself, and I was sure this bloke was getting a good look at my butt as it went past only inches from his face.



As we settled into place, his hand brushed against my leg. I ignored it at first, but it kept happening. It seemed that with every motion of the now moving bus the back of his hand, which was placed palm down on his leg, would rub further along my tights.



I squeezed as far out of his way as I could, but he only opened his legs further  -  manspreading  -  and kept the contact going. It was annoying, but I was going to keep my peace and deal with it to avoid causing trouble.



The man turned his hand so that it was facing me. He was now seeming to exaggerate every movement and as I, at first, let it go, his hand was touching me from my knee to the bottom of my thigh-length skirt.



That had to stop! I tried to pick his hand up and drop it back onto his leg, but he resisted, and that resulted in a tighter grip on my thigh as I struggled to get him off.



Looking around, it seemed that no one else was aware of what was happening. I slapped his hand as a clear signal to him that this was not okay!