When I was home last summer, I occasionally hooked up with an old boyfriend. It was just casual, and there was mutual understanding that we were friends with benefits. Or so I thought.

But through the small-town grapevine, I discovered he’d been saying less-than-respectful things, and decided to even the score.

With my closest girlfriends I hatched a plan, and several days later I put it into action. He came over for a customary hookup, and I convinced him to be adventurous and allow me to put him in handcuffs. When I had him securely cuffed to the bed, I pinned him between my legs and put him at ease.

Then when he least suspected it, I pulled a wax strip out of my pocket and stuck it across his eyebrow. It took him several seconds to register what was going on, and I had to explain to him that I knew about his trash-talking, and I had his eyebrow at my mercy.

He was surprised, to say the least, and immediately set about convincing me to let him go. Keeping him cuffed and pinned, I allowed him to say his piece, and after keeping him in terrified suspense for seconds, I released him and pulled the wax strip off in the direction of hair growth to minimize the damage.

I then sent him on his way, looking confused.

I don’t tolerate disrespect.