My father had just retired from the Air Force and we had moved off base. This meant I had to walk from my house to the train station, then take the train to the stop right outside of Yokota AFB.
I was fifteen. I took the same route every day. Then one morning, a little after six, a man stepped out a bit ways ahead of me.. He stood on the side of the road. I could see that his pants were down. And he began to masturbate profusely
I looked away quickly, but I had to walk past him to get to where I was going. So I did quickly, trying my best to ignore the movements he was making, scared that he would come and it would land on me. But somehow, I made it through.
I’ve never told anyone this story. I remember feeling shameful, like I had done something wrong to bring this on me.
– Anonymous
Location: Japan
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