Ripped on a trainI am a woman who regularly travels by train. I dress myself in my white buttoned shirt, black fit skirt and black coat.When I am trav...ling on the train, I have to travel standing as all the seats are already packed and there are many people around me, traveling standing. I am the only woman on the box. While I am on the way, a guy comes near me and starts groping my ass. I push away his hand, looking at him with disgust. He starts it again. I push his hand again, saying,– stop. "In the bathroom, back then... were you..." she stumbled to halt, it was her turn to be flustered. She'd started now, though by the looks of it perhaps she wished she hadn't, there was no going back. "... were you, erm..." and here she paused again, searching for an appropriate euphemism. "...excited?" she finally finished lamely, a little embarrassed not to be able to use any stronger words. My mind raced. She had noticed. I knew what she meant of course, but could I plausibly feign ignorance. I purchased a small home near campus and asked Nadia if she would come live with me, not as a roommate but as my soul mate. When she accepted, I cried with joyous elation. The fact that she was a woman made no difference to me and Nadia expressed the same sentiment as well. We loved each other and that was the most important factor in our decision. However, we kept it as quiet as possible and drove separate cars to work. We even arrived separately for the Friday happy hour socials at the Rusty. I tried to reach under her to grab the money but Karen had it too secured for me to grab it.I decided that I would turn Karen over onto her back and make it easier. I grabbed her at the shoulder and hip and began to turn her. When I reached farther under the get a better grip, I found out why Karen wore so many sweaters. I had grabbed one of her breasts.For the first time, I noticed that my sister had been developing. She was no longer that flat chested girl. She, in fact, had developed large.