39 Wardens birth

The warden's office exuded an aura of authority fit for him. It was spacious, with oak-paneled walls, a large mahogany desk, and commanding leather chairs, while framed photographs, framed achievements , trophies and law books lined the shelves that leaned on one side of the walls. “Well as you know, I’m Dean.” The head warden crossed his legs as he placed them mightily on the table. “What about if you brought her here? Maybe we could play some games together, with the head guard too.” The voice echoed through the room. The head warden pulled down his Burette, “you sure have the voice of a general, my old friend. I shall tell you a story about myself.” He said. It seemed like the man sitting opposite him was interested in knowing what story the head warden had to tell. “Please share this story with me. I always thought you had an urge to punish women, I don’t know why.” The head warden smiled. “This is how my story started…” “Okay then, I’m so eager to know w