A few days ago, I experienced my first instance of sexual harassment on a train. Yesterday, even though my husband was right in front of me, I couldn't wake him up while I was uncontrollably dripping with love juices and soiled my underwear. Soon, I realized I was possessed by the delusion of being defiled all over my body by the lecherous hands of the harasser. And today... I'm considering getting on that train again without any underwear.
