Asking for it?

It's dramatic, I know. But I am being accurate when I say I was assaulted on Friday.

So, to the man who followed me around in Debenhams on Oxford Street, then walked into me once and then came back to grab my thighs and arse and then asked me if I was wearing suspenders, well... if you'd asked me politely I might have told you. But just because I'm wearing seamed stockings does not give you the fucking right to touch me and leave me so flabbergasted I didn't tell you to fuck right off.