He stood next to me--a fat, sickening troll of a man about twenty years my senior, but worlds apart from what I would find attractive. He was repulsive. He made me sick, this hideous, obese plug of a wastrel.

I watched as he made his noise and violently spouted hateful words about hairless cunts and playground sex and crying and mommy and daddy and genitals and little girls and little boys, and while I was lost in this I felt him edge closer to me.

I felt his fat body rub against mine and I at first thought that since the room was so crowded, he must have been pushed toward me. But then instead of bumping into me he started to rub his fatness methodically and erotically up and down my side, paying close attention to graze my tit as much as he possibly could.

I wanted to be touched. I wanted to be impressed. I wanted to be abused. I didn't want this fat parasite to stop; so I stood there and let it happen.