That's kind of what I thought afterwards. The mouse ended up inside a pussy, one way or another.

I just completed my annual "workplace sexual harassment training". Feh. The examples they show are cartoonishly broad and the answers to the questions are obvious, so it's clear they just want to be able to check a box to show that employees received some sort of belittlement for legal reasons.

But I work from my home office most of the time, where my co-workers are cats. When one of them is sleeping on my desk, I work better when I am stroking a nice soft pussy. They really need to revise this thing.

I don't think any of us need to be taught.

Did they teach you how to sexually harass?  I've been hoping to
learn.

Basically they taught us how to sexually harass in the most cringeworthy way possible. Perhaps they assume that if everyone does it that way, it will guarantee rejection and reporting.

That's it ... the whole harassment thing is actually a secret strategy organized by the smooth operators, to protect their territory.

The last time I flirted with my office secretary, she drove me home. I'll leave the rest of that story to your [vsat] imagination...

Depends on the venue. On a college campus all men are automatically rapists.

To quote a line from Family Guy, doing a cutaway to Sean Connery and a female co-star... "You're going to have sex with me!" "No I'm not!" "Yes, you are." <repeated 5 more times> "Ok, let's go." "Se, 50 no's and a yes means yes."

Funny, yes. Practical, not in the slightest. That's why God created mace.