He deserves a lesson but not by me

Deep in my heart, I knew I couldn't face that guy. One of the explanations could have been my age, which had made me less powerful and athletic. Or, more likely, the blame was on that odd and sinful sensation that shook me every time I thought of him. Jonathan needed a harsh lesson, but I was unable to deliver it. I didn't want the youngster to be simply thrashed in broad daylight on a city street. After all, I could engage a Puerto Rican band for that. No, I wanted him to be publically humiliated by a lady and learn respect from the ordeal. I had two options: summon the toughest woman I knew or delve into his past to unearth the young braggart's deepest fears.