One day as I was in deep discussion with my other boss, a woman, he appeared behind me slipping his hand around my waist and resting his palm flat against my stomach, very low on my abdomen, almost, but not quite, touching my genitals. He did this for the benefit of the other woman, to exercise his power over me, I would later think– and of her eyes — as they locked with mine — and I reacted viscerally, instinctually_ elbowing him in the gut with my right arm. He never touched me again – indeed.