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Friday, February 15, 2008

When I opened my eyes...

This is a very serious situation going on in our society today. About 10 years ago I was on a # 2 train going to work in the city when I fell asleep (lack of sleep because I had twin boys then only months old so you do the night maths) and when the train jerked to a halt near borough hall station, when I tried to move my hand it was in a locked position, when I opened my eyes I was sitting beside a man with my left hand over in his lap with his hand over mine and mine was locked on to his private parts. You could see the perv look in his eyes and when I tried to pull my hand he was squeezing it down on his private parts. I yanked my hand from him and got mad and he got up and exit the car, everyone said they thought we were lovers, because we were in that position for a very long time. Can you imaging i was there massaging this pervert private parts for him un-knowingly. I am always looking out for him because when I see him he is going to pay because God know how many more un-suspecting people who are tired and take a nap on the train that he takes advantage of. He makes it look like you are lovers. Ladies beware of this well dress perv.

Submitted by Yvonne