When I was 17 I lost my purse on the way home with a friend. I told my friend to walk on as I wanted to retrace my steps. I was busy looking at the floor for my purse when i was aware of someone walking toward me. It was 6pm and a busy main road so I didn’t feel threatened. I was wearing no make up and ‘trackies’ because I had been cleaning a house. As the person got close to me i looked up at him and he grabbed my breast hard through my sweater. I Was shocked and carried on walking, trying to compute what just happened. He followed me, calling out Oi! Come here! I walked faster but I didn’t break I to a run. I don’t know why. As he got close to me i turned around and told him to leave me alone. He grabbed my breast again and twisted it hard. He said, you fucking bitch I came all the way back for you. (Meaning he had followed me) i ran home crying and phoned the police. The police officers looked at each other when I described the man as though they might know him. They never followed it up or got back to me about it and I had no further support. This was 1997 and happened In Crewe in UK.
