DO YOU UNDERSTAND?All three of them said yes or nodded their heads. "Let's not have this conversation again, guys. You really won't like the outcome n...xt time." I left the back room and walked through the bar. I gave the bartender a fifty and told him I broken a couple of cues. I felt no guilt about the confrontation with the unholy trio. It was 3 to 1 but I was better than them and they had got their lumps. Payback pure and simple. If I hadn't made that promise to Beth, the three of them would. You know the rules. You put your hand up until asked to speak. Now do twenty more lines and get it right this time.”I blushed, so annoyed, so wanting to say how I felt about them, but knew if I did they will do far worse to me. Far far worse. I could see them getting me sacked and I didn’t want that.”I started doing the extra lines, one after the other checking the number of lines again. This time after another twenty lines I put my hand up. I watched for a reaction but they kept talking to. The sooner you put your foot down, the faster they will return to doing their jobs, instead of worrying about what you're thinking."I chewed on that one for some time, and then said, "Send Rick forward, I need to deal with this and please put me in touch with his boss, but not until I'm done with Rick, Ok?"Of course it was Ok. I was the Vice President. What was he going to say, "No way, bozo?"Not very likely.I looked up when Rick was shown in. "Rick, welcome to my private office. Please take a. Let it suffice to say that parts of his anatomy were relocated to other areas and that his hair was left intact with his head just sitting on his swollen belly. It was a gory sight and one female journalist from the local print paper fainted dead away on the dusty ground with her undies showing her liking of silk fabric against her delicate hindquarters.Sam had to confess that he found that particularly stimulating despite the picture of the dead agent in his mind and the scent of his nasty.