Reason: In a display of
unbridled masculinity he slouched forward and positioned his legs at a
highly obtuse angle, clearly impinging my leg space. I think he must
have had a massive cock.
Not to be cowed by this performance, I tried a little experiment: I
made sure to keep my leg pressed against his, and as the journey went
on I gradually forced his leg back - every inch he yielded I pushed
forward into. It was like a secret battle right there in the tube
carriage - ooh the adrenaline rush!
By the time he got off I'd almost forced him to have his leg in a
normal position. If he'd stayed on the train a couple more stops I'd
have forced him back into his own territory and put him on the
defensive, eventually securing my victory by sitting on his lap. I
think he got off before his stop because he could see this was coming.
Score one for the baboon!