"I asked Gene to have you stop by, hoping we could figure out a way to put aside our past differences and get you back here working again." I stopped ...peaking and left the rest of it up to him. I didn't know what Gene or his father had told him, and I wanted to see how resourceful he was when it came to communicating with me."I do want to come back to work, we all do." Well, good. If you do come back, what kind of work do you see yourself doing?" I thought I'd go back working the line at night,. Most people must leave early to get a jump on the weekend. By the time Sandy dropped into her regular seat, her blue blouse was already wet with perspiration and sticking to her skin. Every window on the boat was wide open but even the breeze was warm. In vain she had looked for an outside seat but quickly found them already occupied.Producing that day's copy of the Advance from her bag, Sandy began to read. Absorbed in her reading, she didn't immediately notice that someone had sat down. I just was pissed off at their smug attitude towards me and I was determined not to reward them. But of course this meant I had no social life. Well one good consequence was that as I had nothing else to do but concentrate on my school work, I actually ended up with the highest grades much to the amazement of my teachers and everyone else for that matter.’ Connie continued: ‘The one thing that helped me get through this low point in my life was the loyalty of my two close friends Antoinette. He had placed her on the window seat with him next to her so she was as far away from the aisle as possible. As she sat there looking at the window at the countryside passing by, he reached over and gently stroked her thigh. She turned her head and smiled at him, then turned her attention back to the window. He stood up, removing his jacket and sat back down covering her lap and legs. Reaching under the covering he continued to play with her, stroking her leg and tracing his fingertips up to.