This is the story of how I was molested over and over again--it happened while I was riding the train to school. When I left the crowded train station, I felt a different gaze from my usual gaze...a man staring at my body...after a while, I felt the touch of a stranger's hand on my buttocks. I was... On the train, in the library...I can't even speak, I can't escape, I can't let it go, it won't end! ! Pleasure of the body that contradicts one's will! !
