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!’

But why should I surrender a seat I’d paid for because Lucas refused to behave?

“Excuse me,” someone whispered.

    I looked down the aisle.

A middle-aged woman across the aisle leaned toward me.

    “I saw him do that, sweetie.”

I looked at her.

“You did?”

She nodded.

    “You did?”

“He moved toward you after the conductor left.”

    “Then why didn’t you say anything?”

My voice came out sharper than I intended.

She looked embarrassed.

“I didn’t want him arguing with me.”

    She looked embarrassed.

I understood that feeling a little too well.

I lowered my voice.

    “Would you tell Curtis what you saw if I asked?”

She hesitated.

“Do you think it’ll help?”

    I lowered my voice.

“Curtis already warned him. You saw what happened afterward.”

She glanced at Lucas.

“That’s true.”

    “If you tell Curtis, Lucas can’t pretend he stopped.”