"Can we goshopping now?" she asked. Deb didn't answer. On arriving home, Jen ran up to Robbi. "Sister! Yay! They didn't changeyou back." Robbi was...actually glad to have someone on her side. Shehugged Jen. It was like they were really sisters. Josh stood back.Robbi looked at him, and noticed he seemed hurt. "They couldn't doanything?" said Josh. "Ask Mom," Robbi said. "I didn't pay muchattention."Deb decided it was best to fill in the kids on the situation, withoutRobbi there. "Robbi,. ..............................................................................................You try to do your best. You try to offer professional leadership, guidance and protection. Sometimes though, it doesn’t matter what you do – you end up compromised.As a sports teacher at a school in leafy Buckinghamshire in the UK, I did not have to deal with many of the issues of discipline, disrespect, thuggery and thieving experienced by colleagues working in inner-city schools. Our school. She throws her head back in pleasure and she catches a glance of him. Sitting there, the shadows seemed to float just above him.As the slow drifting trail of smoke from his ciggerate swrilling in the air, as the glowing embers seemed dim in the darkness compared to his eyes.They seemed to glow with a passionate rage, she could feel him staring into the depth of her very being. His eyes catch her’s and a twisted smirk creeps across his bearded face. And at that moment she knew it was the beast. Wasn’t her face quite pretty from certain angles? But from the chin down: fold after fold of light brown flesh, overflowing any clothes she wore. If she wore loose clothes, she looked like a sack of potatoes. If she wore tight clothes, it merely emphasised the swell of her folds of fat. ‘Love-handles’ she reflected on the indulgent name sometimes attached to the generous insulation around her waist. But handles that were far more substantial than they needed to be. Even with the mirror in front.