Touching Strangers in Douliou
Three things you are never far from on this island of Taiwan are; a beach to rock your bikini on, an English Buxiban, and a Zhongshan Road. We must get more serious here and return to this office with a plastic stool outside of it. Others may call this office a box; as it is not much more than a square wall with random blue and yellow Chinese characters littered across the top left wall. Nobody could possibly read those beautifully-written yellow and blue Chinese characters regardless of language ability. This is because of the characters' proximity of being safely out of sight all people with the sight of an ordinary human being. Amidst the call for the next set of passengers to board the train, the fellow I have never met before begins to grope and fondle my upper back and shoulder areas. A memory lashes in my head from the last time another man contorted my body with my permission. This complete stranger luckily has decided not to make small talk as he w...