![]() This man chased me until he caught me and put me in a bear hug and kept telling me he was going to rape me then and there in broad daylight. So at the next stop - Warren Street - the doors open and I ran. The driver wouldn't stop, so I struggled with this man who, by that time, was holding me by my crotch and licking me. And then this man reached under my skirt and tried to stick his fingers up my, so I kept shouting what was happening. I felt a boner press into the back of me, so I shouted for the driver to stop the bus. It was an absolute crush - nowhere to move. I was standing on a bus during London's morning rush. The mother of my children passed away several years ago. I had a tube in my chest for two weeks after my surgery to remove the shank, but it all cleared up after that. They tried to sue me but it was thrown out and she was sentenced for attempted kidnapping. I got taken to the hospital and questioned about the incident, there was a while when it looked like I was going to be charged with battery for the woman since it turns out she actually had a decently well off family, was just an addict. The two joggers were originally asking the woman if I was the assaulter but the situation cleared up soon. The woman was on the ground crying and shouting because I had also knocked the top front of her teeth loose / out. I was sitting and trying not to bleed to death, the man had ran off and his screwdriver was still in me. The police that patrolled the park showed up not long after that. I felt a sharp pain under my ribs and looked to see that the man had just shanked me, but at this point two other guys who had been jogging were running up and shouting. I was going to do the same for my son but the woman grabbed his other arm for some reason and my heart felt like it was going to explode for some reason, I suddenly forgot about self preservation and jumped forwards and broke the woman's nose. He had some weird screwdriver / knife thing and I pushed my daughter, my eldest child, behind me. Was taking my kids for a walk in the park near our apartment once when a guy and a woman came out of the tree line suddenly and the guy said to give him my wallet and anything else in my pockets. I'm pretty proud of 16-year-old me, speaking up like that though - first time." I followed up with the cops, but I have no idea whatever came of it (probably nothing). "He BOOKED it off the bus and we never saw him again. I reported you to the police and I'll tell them you're here again so they can catch you.'" Get the f*ck out of here, you f*cking pervert. And something tells me you'd like to grab this girl's leg too. You grabbed her leg (pointing to my friend). "I don't know where it all came from, but I was so empowered in that moment. ![]() I see a student from my school from a younger year sitting alone in the back of the bus, and I see the jean jacket guy sit right next to her! I was standing on the same public bus, chatting with friends. I drew a picture of the guy as best I could (his profile was very memorable) and we filed a report with the police. Another friend spoke up and said she had had a similar experience a few weeks ago. "I told my friends who were on the bus with me. I don't know if it was a flight response or that my brain clicked into autopilot because I booked it off the bus - probably both. The bus became more crowded and then I feel his palm grab and rub my thigh. I feel his hand again and so I move again. Our bumpy ride continues and I'm engrossed in my book. I thought nothing of it and moved to give some space between us. He had his arms folded with his jean jacket over them. "Sitting on a bus on my way to school one morning in my catholic school-girl uniform (knee-length skirt with opaque tights and button-down shirt) when I notice that I can feel the back of the hand and knuckles of the guy next to me on the outside of my upper thigh.
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