| A PAINFUL LESSON IN SENSITIVITY by Steven Deacon Wallace was one of the best employees at Soladyne, Inc. He always had his deadlines completed ahead of time, helped when others couldn't figure out any problems with thier own projects. He seemed to be the perfect employee. There was one tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiny little problem: Deacon was a sexist pig and a horn dog to boot. He would say the most inappropriate things about women in thier presence, whistle at them as they were walking by, even make inappropriate advances on female co-workers. Complaints about this guy and his actions came flooding in like a tidal wave into the office of his boss, Mrs. Collins, and she was sick of his deplorable behavior. That is when she came up with an idea: Her daugther Brianna could set this man straight. So one day, after calling her daughter to set up the meeting, Mrs. Collins had Deacon come to her office. He sat down and she explained, "Listen, Deacon, you are a great asset to this company. The problem is how you seem to be treating the female co-workers. I have recieved numerous complaints about comments you've been making and advances towards women. I should have you fired for this. However, I will give you one last chance. I am sending you to sensitivity training." He rolled his eyes, not believing what he's hearing. "You do well in this class, and you can keep your job," she said, "Understand?" He agreed and got the address from Mrs. Collins. When he reached the building, it seemed to look like one of those rundown buildings he sees on the way to work. Time to prepare to get bored, he thought. But when he walking in, Deacon noticed that the interior of the building didn't match the exterior. It was well-lit and clean, like a regular building. He then saw a sign that read "Sensitivity training" and walked to the door. He opened it and entered the room. As he looked around, he thought, This isn't a regular classroom. A mat lad in the center of the room, a mirrior wall, this was definitely not a normal classroom. A female voice called out, "Close the door and take off your shoes please." He did just that and walked onto the mat, still unaware as to what is going on. Suddenly, a beautiful blonde woman, early to mid-20's, came in from another room, wearing a white martial arts uniform and black belt. "My name is Brianna Collins," she said, "Your boss is my mother." Oh boy, he thought, She runs this sensitivity class? Sweet! "She informed me about you showing disrespect to women in the workplace," she said, "I am here to correct that problem, one way or another." "So, what exactly am I suppose to lear from you about respecting women," he asked, "Isn't this suppose to be sensitivity class?" As Brianna laughed about what he said, Deacon got a look on his face that said, "That bitch set me up." He nervously said, "Look, Brianna, we don't need to do this. You just go ahead and let me go and I will anything you want." She approached him and said, "Then you must admit that you should respect women always." He chuckled and put a hand on her arm. "Anything but that toots," he said. She grabbed his arm, twisted it, and flipped him to the mat. "If you admit that you will show women more respect, then this lesson will end," she said as she sank into fighting stance. He slowly got to his feet and said, "No way, bitch." She fired off a hard spin kick to the face, followed by a crane-style strike to the chest. He hit the ground, holding his chin. "You bitch," he said and tried to trip her up by the ankle. However, she counted with a backflip kick to the chin, sending him flying back. She landed on her feet like a cat and commented, "I take it mom never told you that this is a dojo and I am the sensei." He got up and went for the stomach, only to recieve hard knees to his stomach and an uchimata. Deacon got on all fours, coughing. "You know exactly how to make it stop, Deacon," she said, "Change your ways and respect women." "Fuck you, bitch," he said as he got to his feet. Deacon threw some punches of his own, but she blocked them all. She unload with strikes of her own, striking his stomach, chest, and face. Bruises all over him and blood starting to come out of his nose, Deacon had absolutely enough of it. He screamed and tried to rush her, but Brianna gave him a Judo takedown. She then put Deacon in a head scissors submission and locked the hold. He struggled to try and break free, but all it did was make the hold even tighter. "There's only one way to end this, Deacon," she said, "Submit and respect women." His face turned bright red and he was losing oxygen. "I give up," Deacon struggled to say as he was tapping. She alleviated some of the pressure and he screamed, "YOU WIN! I'LL RESPECT WOMEN! PLEASE LET ME GO!" She broke the hold and Deacon gasped for air. "Did you actually mean what you just said," Brianna asked. "I do," he replied, "Your mother was absolutely right about me and my behavior. I will treat women with more respect from now on." She helped him up and said, "Excellent. The lesson is over. You can go now." He bowed, put his shoes back on, and left the building to go home. Brianna pulled out her cell phone from her gym bag and called her mother. "Mom, it's me," she said, "Mission accomplished. He won't be disrespecting women ever again. But, if he ever does relapse, let me know. Kicking slimeball asses like his is so much fun. Talk to you later." The End |