Everything had happened so fast, I didn't know just what I wanted to have happen. I believed I knew what I wanted, however I also realized that I didn...'t want to be led around by my cock. I had let that happen a couple of times in the past and it didn't normally end well.Of course there was the other side too. What did Grace want? I knew relatively little about her really, but how well can a person say they really KNOW someone. I know that we all think we have super human powers of perspective. At that point I would realize she was quite pretty and ... and my heart would flutter as she tossed her hair and started walking over to me. But always it was what it was, a fantasy leaving a sour taste. Each time this happened I would go inside and try to find something to distract me.In the end I realized there was no chance of a fairy tale reappearance of Angie. I called my boss and told him I needed to take a few months off before my next assignment. He understood, probably thinking I still. Instead of arriving back with his beer he returned with a wine bottle and topped the ladies’ glasses. How couth. Claire was captivated and hoped he’d produced romantically tinged feelers during the evening. But he didn’t. Her disappointment cut to her inner core. How could he be sensitive about art and not be sensitive about her? Hugo left first and kissed Claire on the cheek in exactly the same manner as he did the older women. As Claire left she whispered to Heather, ‘He didn’t notice me?’. I’m applying for another teaching job in another county. If it works out well, I may stay in teaching, if not, I don’t know right now what I’ll be doing.’ A few minutes later as the class was deeply engrossed in what could only be called a near grad school level discussion of probability theory, sweet Rachel’s eyes told him a visitor had slipped into the room. It was Mrs. Stewart, the principal. Acknowledging her presence, he instructed the class to come to a conclusion and present it as soon.