I feel something rub against my butt. At first I thought it was because the train was shaking. However, gradually, that something boldly crawled around my buttocks, and when I realized that I was being molested, I was so scared that I couldn't even raise my voice. The next day, I got on the train again, although I was nervous. I was relieved for a short time in the bright train as usual, but I felt a warm wet hand through my skirt. "Again... I have to run away..."