A little while later, after a bacon sandwich and a large mug of tea in the local cafe, she felt much better and began to think about the practicalitie... of her immediate future. One; she would need to go shopping. There was little food in the house, so that was a priority. Two; she would need to speak to her boss. The company had given her compassionate leave, but that had expired two months ago. She had maintained contact with the HR department. Chances were that she could get her job back.. Apparently there weren’t many applicants and none that wanted to relocate to a rural area. The principals were open and honest with the challenges they faced and the staff were grateful for any assistance or advice. She was looking forward to working with these people to make life better for these children and the adults in their lives. On the days she didn’t work in the schools she took it upon herself to have lunch with the hands and trainers. At first they were uncomfortable with her. “You look good,” he said, not answering her question.“That’s not flirting ... is it?” she asked, a tiny smile at the corners of her lips.“When you’re ready for me to flirt with you, just let me know,” said Bobby. “Then you’ll know what flirting is like.”“I know what flirting is like,” she said, folding her arms under her breasts.Bobby stared, intentionally, at her breasts.“I love that blouse,” he said, his voice almost sighing. He looked up to see Prudence’s eyes wide. She was blushing. He. I don't recallthe title or what it was about, so it must not have been a verymemorable film, but I clearly remember that goofy sweet smile of his,his broad shoulders and the flat billboard expanse of his chest, andhow these things had made me feel, adding one more level of confusionto an already confused early adolescence---("Okay, maybe I'm reallyjust a fag after all...")---after I'd already decided I was some sortof boy lesbian when I found myself heavily smitten by Julie Newly whosat next to.