One day I will have a husband.
On that day when you try to covertly feel me up on the metro I will quietly tell him of your repugnant actions. He will immediately step between you and I to shield and protect me. As he puts an arm around me to guard me further he will probably give you a look of death, but because he is a believer in Jesus Christ he will resist the urge to pummel your face.
However I warn you, should he witness you attempting once more to violate me or any other woman, I can only pray that the thrashing he will give you will somehow lead you to repentance.