Perverts. They're everywhere.

"You've been grounded, haven't you?" Vay smirks. Well, no, it's just that my mum said that I shouldn't go out drinking tonight... not after The Incident, of which we shall never speak of again.

Surely I could go home early for one Friday night? Truth be told, it felt different - boring, even. Like I needed to do something, but there was nothing to do. "Can't you just come over and watch a few movies with me?" Vay suggests, hoping I'd get his hint. No, I've got to stick to the plan. I don't want to overdo it and ruin everything now do I?

As a compromise, we end up browsing the aisles at the local video store. I'm just there for the ride, as Vay makes his selections. A few other people were also thinking the same thing for tonight. I'm browsing one shelf, and pick up a couple of videos out of boredom, one being from the lower shelf. I'm wearing a thigh length summer dress (it's not that short, honestly), with my usual peep-toe heels. People are looking at the videos right? Well, you'd think so. I turn around to another shelf, and out of the corner of my eye I see this movement, like someone quickly turning back to what they were looking at. Meh, probably just my imagination, I think. Why would anyone check me out for chrissake? And in a video store, out of all places.

So I move over to another shelf, and a few minutes later, I feel this light touch on my ass. I look up, and there's this guy with a backpack walking away, but not looking back or anything. For a while I was so stunned, my mind blanked out and he was gone before I could think of anything to say. I gather myself together, and wondering, what the hell was that, I make my way quickly over to where Vay was, still browsing. "There's a guy that just touched me on my ass!" "What kind of touch was it, a brush, or a grab?" Vay enquires, demonstrating each one, taking pleasure in doing it too, probably, the bastard. It was definitely a light touch. I think he's gone now, thank god.

But no, he wasn't gone for long. By now, I didn't want to leave Vay's side at all. The guy comes back, and strolls the aisles, casually browsing, before he spots me, standing closer to Vay. Vay kneels down and whispers, "Is that him?" or something, and then he expects me to just stand there innocently again, like bait, waiting for the pervert to strike again, so that he could smash him. Well, that was the impromptu plan, anyway. I stood around for a while, but I was starting feel more unnerved. The guy was practically circling our aisle, I caught the top of his head as he walked the other side of the aisle, like some perverted shark circling his prey. There was just something disturbing about the whole scenario, it felt like he wanted to get me alone enough to try something, to "get another feel" as Vay puts it. The whole thing was just making me nervous. I couldn't wait to get out of there already, but I couldn't leave without Vay, for fear that pervert would follow. He didn't end up trying anything, you could almost feel his frustration as he saw that Vay was around - in his way, probably.

I didn't want to look at him at all, in case he gets the wrong idea, and I think he came close, but was probably annoyed at Vay for being there, and so eventually left. By the time we got outside, I kept looking around to see where he could be - perhaps the McDonalds across the road? - but there wasn't a trace.

On the way home, Vay seems annoyed at my making a mountain out of a molehill, so he calls it. "I thought you liked that sort of attention?" God, well I didn't ask for this, and I sure as hell didn't want it. Vay seems to think I'm some sort of exhibitionist, and yes, so I've claimed to be partial to nudist colonies, but that's different. Everyone's the same, and even they have set rules against unauthorised touching. "Maybe it was an accident." I felt a light, but definite touch, and I was the only one in that aisle besides that guy, and perhaps it was his bag, but I highly doubt it. And the fact that the guy came back again, and decided to linger around where I just so happened to be, out of all the aisles he could have browsed, well, doesn't that count for anything?

Coincidence you say? I think not.