Posted: 2007-04-05 15:06

He sat there with a peculiar look. His handsome face staring at me from across the train. I knew he was looking at me even when I was turned away, I could feel his cold gray eyes scanning my face that people always said looked like Pam Grear’s, my long slender and shapely legs, my nicely shaped breasts and the area between my thighs. It was a feeling that I had grown used to in the past year, men examining my body. At age 16, I was quite filled out. When men first began to stare at more than just my pretty face, I felt violated. But lately I realized that most men who look would never do much and I began to take it as a complement. But this man was weirding me out. He had a hungry look that made me nervous, so I nearly jumped out of my skin when he began to approach me. I watched him put his bag in the seat that he was sitting in and begin to walk towards me. I looked away as if expecting him to walk past me. My heart began to pound as the stopped in front of me.
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