"If youdon't want another session over my knee, young lady, you'd better getgoing! Go on, Candy. Off you go!" I reluctantly wheeled the pink bikeout t... the kerbside, encouraged on my way by another stinging slap tomy still tender rear. "And don't you dare get those pretty clothesdirty, or you'll be in for another paddling - only worse," was her onlyparting comment.As I pondered my humiliating predicament, I spotted a group of localboys in the distance approaching on their bikes. I definitely. I looked up the career counselor I originally spoke with my freshman year and took a Myers-Briggs personality test. Sure enough cosmetology showed up as a career fitting my personality. I thought I hit the jackpot. I could not have been more correct. Ironically, I got a haircut the weekend before classes started. Hey, I didn’t know anybody yet to cut it and surely didn’t have a clue myself. I did skip the barber and went to an actual hairstylist. She didn’t think I was the type to go to a. She was very stoned. That’s when things got interesting.I was sitting on the love seat which is perpendicular to the couch so that they form an ‘L’ shape. She dropped the tin in my lap and sat, ankles crossed legs stretched out, sort of facing me, leaning back against a throw pillow, the light through the window turning her hair a soft gold and brining out the red just a little bit. The worst of it – or the best, depending on your point of view – was that, sitting as she was, her dress didn’t. My brother in law told me to look at the corner of the top part of the wooden frame. I looked and saw a hidden CCTV camera. With a sudden shock, I realized that he has caught us red handed. I didn’t say anything.He said, “I saw the video of what my wife and her brother was doing while I was gone.” He was super pissed. I said sorry and I was speechless and shocked. I didn’t have anything to say. It was all coming to an end. I zoned out thinking about what our parents are going to do with us when.