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!’

“It’s pretty awful,” I agreed.

Lucas started unbuttoning his shirt.

“I just can’t take this anymore!”

    “It’s pretty awful.”

I assumed he was loosening his collar.

Instead, he pulled the whole thing off, stuffed it into his bag, and sat there bare-chested.

I stared at the window.

Well, that was certainly one way to handle the heat.

    I stared at the window.

Then his sweaty arm brushed against mine.

I moved closer to the window.

A few minutes later, his bare side pressed against me.

    “Please keep your distance.”

Lucas barely looked up.

    His bare side pressed against me.

When it happened again, I complained.

He laughed.

    “It’s 90 degrees. You want me to cook in my shirt?”

“I don’t care what you wear. Just keep your distance.”

He glanced at the tiny space between me and the window.

    “Just keep your distance.”