A Man on a Train Took off His Shirt and Kept Pressing His Sweaty Torso Against a Woman – Until She Put Her Plan Into Action, Making Him Scream, ‘Please, Don’t! Don’t Do This to Me!’

He wasn’t simply unaware of my discomfort.

He had been told about it, and he had chosen to ignore it.

I looked down the aisle.

There were still more than two hours left in the journey.

I could have stood near the carriage doors. I could have asked someone to exchange seats. I could have spent the rest of the trip pretending to sleep.

But why should I surrender the seat I had paid for because another passenger refused to respect it?

I took out my phone.

My mother had sent me a message.

“Save room for dinner, Gabby. I’ve made enough food for an army!”

Despite everything, I smiled.

“Save me some dessert,” I replied.

Then I opened the notes application and began recording what had happened.

I wrote down the approximate times, the things Lucas had said, and the fact that Curtis had already warned him.

I wasn’t trying to create a dramatic story. I simply wanted an accurate account in case I needed to explain the situation again.