I had gotten off the metro and onto the bus…the same bus that takes me too and from campus. A male Indian student jumped on and sat next to me, chatting in an overly enthusiastic manner. I was balancing some art materials in front of me, trying to stop them from toppling as the bus swayed so the first time he brushed against my breast I thought it was just an accident …the effects of the motion of the bus. The second time it was a gentle nudge against me his arms were folded and it was his hand sticking out that touched my breast. I thought…I must be imagining this. By the time it happened a third time I was in such shock that I didn’t know what to do. No time. His stop came. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Of course this wasn’t the first incident of this nature but it was the first in a public space. The first was when a lecturer fondled my butt.