I said it first in Japanese and then in English - pervert, get your hands off me. I felt the hand hesitate, then depart. I craned my head to see a tall, stout American woman beating the thuggy-looking man's shoulders with her umbrella. The man's apology in Japanese did no good with his foreign attacker. The formerly drowsy passengers were tittering.
Men are bastards.
All of 'em. There oughtta be a law. As I shifted nearer to her, I checked her out. My rescuer wore a leopard print parka and purple Reebok sneakers. Her hair was a shade of apricot I'd never seen before.