Chrissy's Manhattan Stories DATE:6/26/98 COMPANY:Marina

"Pervs on the Subway"

A simple train ride is all I asked. A nice quite and cool ride to undue the noise and heat of the city. The first train should have told me that this wish wouldn't come true. We got seats, but could we get up and out at our stop? We did, with some difficulty. On time for our next train, with a large crowd, we jammed into the small car. Marina almost didn't make it, but she squeezed in.

She was against the door, and I was jammed up against the pole and a big fat black man. I knew that the train was in a rocking motion and was jerking around the corners, but what was going on was something else. I tried to reach a comfortable position where I could hold onto the pole and not touch as many people as possible. The man was almost facing me and I could feel something rubbing against my thigh. I thought at first it was a fagbag, but he wasn't wearing one. It was his dick. I was grossed out and tried to turn around and backup, but he followed. Soon the doors opened and some people left. That was when I turned to face the pole order to stand away from him.

I was facing a short woman with huge teeth, which were constantly showing because she wouldn't shut-up, and an Indian man who smiled a lot. I thought he was married to the big- toothed woman. Her friend was taller and louder. Marina was still against the door, but was holding onto my pole. The hand positions from bottom to top were as follows: the big-toothed woman, the big black man, me, the Indian man, then Marina. I escaped the one form of harassment, but pervs always find another way. This time he kept touching my hand, not grabbing it, but gently bumping his into mine and turning it. I would move mine up, but his would follow. He wouldn't leave and now he was harassing Marina. His bag and hand would tap her in her crotch. Having this happen once could have been an accident due to the rough ride, but this went on for the entire trip. I saw Marina's face and knew what was going on, so I stepped back to make room for her.

The hand movements didn't stop. I thought that I was going crazy. Maybe my hands are slipping down due to the sweat? No his were moving up. At one point I was so feed up that I slid them all the way up. I hit the Indian man's hand and he raised his eyebrows at me, what the hell? I was stuck between two pervs. He wasn't married to the big-toothed woman after all. He was smiling at me. What's with them and hands? What on earth is wrong with them? I'm 17 yrs old, they are older, much older.

Marina also picked up on this. We tried to escape, but the train was still full. Both of the pervs were getting off at the last stop just like we were. Why today? Why any day? On the next to last stop some seats were empty at the other end of the car so I ran to them. Marina followed. The black perve stood alone. The Indian one left the car. I felt so sick. What's with these people? Go get a hooker, I'm not here to please you sickos. Go rub up someone else you pervs!