Don't Judge a Book

I sat on the other side of Bill Covington's huge antique desk with my head hung, while he sat expressionless staring at me with his fingers interlocked behind his neck. He finally spoke and when he did, my blood pressure sky rocketed. "It has been my experience that women who act in a juvenile manner such as you; need to be treated as such.­" "Excuse me,­" I cautiously asked looking up through my eyelashes. "You heard me, if you are going to conduct yourself as a child, then you should be punished as one.­" "And just how do you plan on doing that?­" I asked calmly through clenched teeth. Without missing a beat he stated: "Go stand in the corner.­" "Like hell I will!­" I screeched. He leaned in and chuckled, "Well I could take my belt off and turn you over my knee, but we don't know each other that well....... Yet...­""I'm waiting,­" he calmly stated. "Well you will be waiting until hell...