I was fourteen and I took the bus to high school because I wasn’t old enough to drive and my parents left early in the morning for work. One morning I was reading a book at my bus stop and I heard a yell and a honk–when I looked up a bright blue car was going by. At the time, I assumed he was honking at another car or someone on the street, so I went back to waiting for the bus and reading.
I was pretty engrossed in my book a few moments later when he came back and called to my through his open window (he had pulled up to the bus stop). He had pushed his shorts down and was masturbating while laughing at my expression. He then drove off.
He probably shrugged it off and continued with his day, but I was a fourteen-year-old who looked twelve and it’s always bothered me more than the few other times I’ve been harassed.
– Anonymous
Location: San Jose, California
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