But as the train lurched forward, I felt a sudden jolt of discomfort. A stranger's hand had brushed against mine, and I quickly pulled away, trying to create some distance between us. However, in the tight quarters of the train, it was impossible to escape the constant touching.

And in that moment, I felt a sense of satisfaction. I had given her a taste of her own medicine, and she was licking it up.

It becomes a power play, a way to assert dominance or control over another person. It's a way to say, "I'm here, and I'm not going to move."

As the train hit the next stop, she suddenly reached out and touched my arm. It was a light touch, but it sent a shiver down my spine. I pulled away, trying to create some distance between us, but she just laughed and touched me again.

In conclusion, being touched in a crowded train can be an unsettling experience. But it can also be a way to connect with others, to form a sense of community in a crowded and often isolating urban environment.