I was young when I first saw a movie called 9 to 5 with Dolly Parton seeing the women in that movie take control of their boss and dominating him I was glued to that movie watched it over and over and over again
I was a band geek. In Jr. High I was in marching band. Each section had a guide whose job it was to keep us straight and in step. Turning corners was tricky and I was always messing it up.
During practice one morning, my guide got frustrated and started yelling at me. He got so pissed that he snatched my flute and threw it across the parking lot. Everyone was shocked. I think some girl nearby actually started crying. My bandmates fetched my flute and huddled around me, asked if I was ok.
I was ok. I acted scared, but the truth was that I loved it. His wrath aroused me, and from that day forth I never turned those corners right!