Working as a temporary secretary aged 19, the boss would put his hand on mine on the mouse, touch my neck, ask me what perfume I was wearing (I don’t wear perfume) and once took me to lunch and tried to get me drunk. I didn’t drink anything, and he proceeded to get wasted until I excused myself. I later bumped into him on a train. He was drunk and repeatedly asked me to come home with him, made sexual remarks etc. When he got up to go to the loo the other passengers rallied around, took his seat and wouldn’t let him sit back down when he returned. Some people are wonderful.