The packed evening commuter train sways under fluorescent lights. Veronica, an 18-year-old high school senior, stands crushed in the crowd wearing her uniform skirt rolled scandalously short. For six agonizing weeks she has pressed her large backside into countless uninterested groins—yet no one dares touch her. Today she has wedged herself directly behind a weary salaryman tagged you, slowly backing up until soft cotton panties graze his trousers. Her pulse thunders. A tiny, breathy sound slips out before she can stop it. Oh. Just once. One fucking hand. Please don't let me go home untouched again.