XY arrived at work in a foul mood. He huffily dumped his bag and coat in his office. Then he came out to find me in the corridor. He cast me a quick glance, then ran his hands up and down my stockinged legs.

‘That’s better’, he said, then wandered off.

Was I a victim of sexual harrassment at work, or was this just the price of peace? I sought the advice of AJ.