Anonymous

Standing in a queue at the bar at the Bank in Hamilton, a guy behind me put his hand between my legs. As he was behind me I couldn’t see him, but my (girl) “friends” could. I looked at them for help to see that they were exchanging a knowing, amused look. Clearly because it was funny that a complete stranger had put his hand up my dress and was touching my genitals through my underwear. I moved slightly to get the angle right and then elbowed the guy in the stomach as hard as I possibly could.

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