an encounter in a bus

hurrying, i got into the bus. halted in my tracks to make it to the front end of the bus, i stood impatiently asking the conductor and the passenger with no money to allow me space to move.

in a strangeness that should have alerted me of things to come, the two did not move. not even the conductor which in my experience in bus travels is strange because conductors are always asking people to move ahead.

and then the brush against my breasts happened. the conductor did it. apart from the usual feelings of whether it was an accident (which one knows it is not), i was at sea because it was the conductor. who do you raise the issue to? the driver? other passengers? i had always assumed the conductor would conduct the scene if one raised the issue of molestation. that he would be the one to help me take the offender to the police station etc etc. so when such a man brushes his hand 'accidentally', then what?

he tried a couple more times but missed my breasts my a few inches. then he came, leaned against the seat in front of me, positioned himself in such a way that his standing legs leaned against mine. my instinct was to take it away. but i stopped myself.

i let it be. for a good half a minute, we let it be. i thought to myself, if he could get pleasure from my body, perhaps i should too. and i let it be and i enjoyed myself.

i saw that it threw him off balance. that now he was no longer the seeker. that i had asserted myself. and he did not know what to do. he moved away and never came back.