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!’

Lucas’s eyes widened.

“You’re making me sound like some kind of monster!”

“Nobody called you that,” I replied. “I’m telling him what happened.”

Lucas looked around at the passengers watching us.

For the first time, he seemed more concerned about how he appeared to other people than about the discomfort he had caused me.

Then he said something that nearly made me laugh.

“You could’ve just asked nicely.”

I stared at him.

“I did.”

He looked away.

“I asked you nicely before Curtis came. I asked you nicely after he left. I asked you nicely again. You laughed every time.”

For once, Lucas had nothing to say.

Curtis checked his watch.

“We’ll be arriving at the next station in about ten minutes. Some passengers will be getting off. I’ll arrange another seat for you, sir, and we’ll complete the incident report.”

Lucas immediately protested.

“Why do I have to move?”