From the moment he took his seat in the classroom, the geeky guy in the third row gazed at me with rapt attention. Moon eyes. That's what my mother would have labeled the look he was giving me. To be honest, it made me a little nervous. In my years as a trainer, my poetic words about financial software had never inspired that kind of reaction from a seminar participant. Normally, the challenge was keeping them awake. At the break, he made his way up to the front of the room. Taking my hand, he introduced himself, and my first thought was, "Oh-oh." Grinning mischievously, he said, “You remind me of my wife. She’s a teacher too.” Relieved, I smiled in acknowledgment. And then he went on. “It must be the implied whip.”
intoxicating.
irresisible power,
a whip flick away
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