. be how you guys want to be, okay? I'm really fine if the two of you want to go back to exactly the way things were before."Adrienne looked at me, bi... her lip, and then blushed again. "Well, maybe not exactly the way things were before."Allie got the innuendo. "No, I mean it," she huffed. "Go ahead and fuck him. I don't care. I'm not Ben's girlfriend and I don't own him." Allie..." Adrienne began.Allie just threw her hands up. "Ugh. Why do you guys have to be so damn difficult?" She looked at. She didn't acknowledge my presence and somehow that saddened me. After a tour of the facility I moved into an office and set about doing what needed to be done. After two days of plowing through documents and reviewing spreadsheets it was clear that I had some hard decisions to make. There was no way I would be able to keep all of the competitors workforce on the payroll and so I set about trying to figure out who to keep and who to let go. It turned out that Matty was one of their top. ‘Monsieur Shaun!’ Ms Tiann scolded, as he strolled into class ten minutes late. ‘You are late, garcon!’ Shaun blinked. ‘Jes suis… desolet?’ he tried. ‘Don’t you go and think you can Frenchify your way out of this,’ she returned fire. ‘I’ll see you for detention at lunchtime, Monsieur Shaun!’ ‘Damn,’ whispered Brad, as Shaun took his customary seat next to his mate and Ms Tiann got back to her lesson. ‘What’s up her bum?’ ‘I dunno,’ Shaun replied, sotto voce. ‘But if she’s taking suggestions…’. There were talk shows. Like Oprah but a little more woman focused, which I did not think possible. Soap operas, with women talking to other women, about other women, and once in a while talking about some man in the past, but no men in the present or in the future. There were game shows. There were the education channels. Sports (one for each sport listed above), Cooking. Sewing, Decorating. Hair. Makeup. Nails, Skin Care, Medical Advice, Entertaining. Relationship advice (all girl on girl-.