My Modern China history teacher is a fat, balding man in his fifties. I am a straight male college student.

We were discussing an essay of mine. He sat beside me as we looked over the writing, and as I explicated a paragraph to him, he leaned over and kissed me on the right cheek. It was light, and wet and cold. I ignored it and continued, but when he kissed my cheek the second time I said, "Please don't kiss me." He was very apologetic.

I let it go. But I found that he was following me around, hiding behind fallen trees, watching me. I told the police, and he was not allowed to teach anymore.