his searing gaze across the room at me that night in the andersen gallery , the coercion on the street to accept a ride home from a virtual stranger , the way he steered me with a firm hand to my back into his rover , and demanded i eat the food and water he bought for me , that first demanding kiss in the shire 's building hallway , how he took those rights to touch me as if they were his due , with no apology for overstepping social boundaries .