PART 2; ..his seat up to her, she takes the seat next to me, and he positions himself in front of me. While this is going down, he is on his little blackberry pretending to be important as he keeps “accidentally” falling onto my legs, that only happen to be wrapped in pantyhose. I started noticing that he was actually positioning himself so that his legs were right in-between mine and he had just enough room to molest my knees with his fucking penis. I began panicking, and as someone with an anxiety disorder you can only image the face i had on full of fucking terror and disgust lmfao.. So anyway. I moved to a seat that was right beside the second bus doors (where the plastic barrier thing is?) and some lady had a bunch of groceries in front of her in this little section for two, so i took the seat, and had my legs facing the aisle yet again. This motherfucker has the tenacity to come up to me and start molesting my little knees all. over. again. I kneed him in the balls, and screamed as loud as my cracked voice could, “You can stop rubbing your dick against my knees anytime now.” Everyone turned around, the asshole looked at me like he was going to punch me in the face, and got off at St. Laurent :) HAPPY ENDINGS FOR EVERYONE!