Her thoughts were interrupted by another touch, and she could feel almost every finger as he squeezed her half and stroked her. Damn, who can it be? She just couldn't turn around in that crowd, and she couldn't turn on anyone by turning her head. She shivered, but not in despair that a stranger was reaching for her, but with that. She swallowed, took two more steps in the crowd, then felt another touch. Her hand touched her bare thighs under her short skirt and slowly slid up to her buttocks.