Hello bloggie! Oh, I missed you so much.. teehee.
Drinks session at Food Garden had four of us talking about my colleague MK and her wacky molestation adventure. Apparently, she was hit on up, down, left and right by a hamsap
Canadian guy sharing the same flight as her to KL.
That guy squeezed himself between MK and C (her male travelling companion).
That guy asked MK if she wanted to lean on his shoulder to sleep. When MK said no, he simply lifted up the armrest that divided the both of them.
That guy was very enthusiastic about looking out of the window. Nevermind that it was a midnight flight and outside was pitch black. But wrapping his arms around MK's waist for leverage every time he admired the nothingness outside the plane? Not good.
The final straw came when at the airport, he asked MK if she wanted to sleep next to him for warmth. "Err no, that would be far too warm..." replied MK, moving further away.
But when she woke up, she found him sleeping mere centimetres away from her body.
"Hmm, things could've been worse," I said solemnly when I heard the story.
"Like MK could've been woken up by something really hard pressing against her asscrack."Thongs
howled with laughter.
"Or," I continued, "a really hairy hand warming her boobs."
Thongs was howling and coughing horribly at the same time.
"Imagine this... MK felt something hard against her asscrack and she starts complaining about how terrible it is to be violated, but at the same time, she's grinding her ass against his crotch, and complaining, and grinding..."
Hell yeah baby, I'm eeeevil. Heh.