cat calling

I am 12 years old buying sweets in the local newsagent with my two friends. A man, older, maybe 50, in the queue behind us grazes his hand off my back and leaves it there with gentle pressure. Like it's an accident but too certain of itself…

Female woman update: why bras? Why the constant gravitational conflict? A downhill battle it is. Downhill is easier and good. Shut up everybody. Hello women. Pause for reply. Oh good you’re here. Do you remember the age when you first…