>"how would your fav girl react to being molested on a train"
that scenario sounds too familiar, I've already thought this.
You see, she would be laying there "dead" covered in blood and just... looking so beautiful
like a beautiful lovely sexy blood splattered bullet hole ridden angel
as I said before, maybe... a year ago? when this thought first came to me...
If she was laying there dead just like this and I saw her like that... even knowing she'd come back, or not knowing she'd come back...
I wouldn't be able to resist stealing a bloody kiss
I'd lean in really close to her corpseface and stare... in awe of how it's even possible to be this beautiful while freshly dead
I'd breathe in, and out, in, and out, and still inhale the last lingering bits of her warmth all tinged with her no doubt lovely scent, and also with the smell of copper metallic smelling blood
I'd plant a peck on her cheek, or even her lips themselves, even at the cost of getting some red on me
and depending how I took that and whether or not her beautiful angel eyes darted to me with cognition suddenly like a slasher film...
I would kiss her again, and again, and I may even allow myself to grope her chest warm and sticky with red, and I might ply and prod at the softness of her lips with the tip of my tongue to press past and rub it over her pearl teeth, and maybe try to slip further in to touch her unmoving tongue with mine if I could gain passage...
ahhh, knowing she's dead but not dead... and thinking about touching her and tasting her like this in my one opportunity is making me hard
the sweet taste of her spit and the salty taste of her blood in my mouth
stealing loving kisses taking it to the edge of the limit and then fleeing before she wakes (as good as new)

would I dare? to steal rapidly cooling, blood splattered kisses from an unmoving Makima, my lovely angel, at the risk of being shot apart?
yes... and this would be how my sweet Makima came to be "molested" (loved) on a train