B****** civil servants

My first job was in a government statutory board. I was the few females working in the department and the youngest, aged 19 . Our Head of Department was a 50-year-old bald bachelor. Everybody was frightened of him because he liked to scold them over small matters. But he was seldom mad at me. Also because I was just a small fry and wasn't assigned important tasks.

In order to save money, I packed my own lunch to work. It was just some simple vegetables and an egg. It went on for a few months until one day Baldie saw my lunch. Then he started to buy me packed lunch occasionally. And he started to speak to me often.

Because he seldom threw his temper at me, the other colleagues would make me go to his office often to hand in their reports or sign the documents. That gave Baldie a lot of chances to speak to me. I became less frightened of him and began to joke with him sometimes.

One afternoon, after lunch, he called me to his office and asked me to accompany him to another site office after work to bring some stuff back. He would pick me up at 6pm, at a building quite some distance away from ours. Not suspecting anything, I agreed.

We went to this office in Queenstown and everyone in that office had left. There were only the two of us. I followed him into his office and once inside, he suddenly turned and hugged me. I nearly jumped out of my skin and struggled to push him away. I was very frightened because the whole place was deserted and the doors were locked.

Baldie told me not to be afraid and if I obeyed him, I would be assured of a promotion and higher pay. It was an 'abnormal' thing to me. Although young and ignorant at that time, I knew it was wrong. I started to cry (How you know I pretended? So smart.) and he got panicked. So he let me off with a warning not to tell anyone.

In the following days and weeks, I was on tenderhooks every time I had to go to his room. He pretended nothing happened and continued to speak and joke with me. I became more wary of him. Then he started to 'move hand move leg' (touch me 动手动脚).

And there was this married colleague in his 40's who was trying to persuade me to lose my virginity. (Idiot!) He would come sit next to me in the afternoons and boast about his sexual adventures. Then he would try to entice me to sleep with him. I just imagined a pig grunting to me. I kept silent and did my work.

These people thought that a low-ranked staff can be easily bullied or manipulated. Nowadays if any man dare to harass me with his sexual details, I'll crushed his balls and tie his dick into a knot. (spoken with much vehemence)

I didn't dare tell anyone and I was afraid nobody would believe me. I was only a poor and low-ranked staff. In the end, I handed in my resignation.

After 20 years, I saw Baldie at an event again last November. He looked so old now. I hope he is not able to piss standing. As for that married colleague, he got a divorce and was battling with sexual diseases. Stupid cs.