As I was sitting pretty in a skirt friday on the red line heading south around 5 pm , a guy came into the train and sat right across from me . I did nt notice until minutes later he had his cellphone in his hand , his hand resting in between his knees with that damn camera cellphone on and he was using it to film in between my legs . After I noticed i looked him in his eyes and he just looked another way , and put that damn cellphone away . I blocked my knees andlegs with my large bag and soon after he got off the train .
Question: Why would the narrator feel violated ?
The answer to the above question:


The man was invading her privacy .