"What are you doing?" she cried, with a horrified expression. "Remember some of the games we used to play together when we were younger?" asked Gerald...ine. "We're not kids anymore," Shirley retorted. "Look, sis, I love you dearly...." "Then let me take care of you," Geraldine pleaded. "If your only sister can't be there for you in your time of need, who can?" "This is one need you can't take care of," the younger woman insisted. "Oh, but that's where you're so wrong," said Geraldine. "Let me. I actually went to the factory the following morning in spite of what I'd intended and found Susan looking very flustered and more than a little upset."What's wrong Susan?" I asked, but it was Agnes the older lady, who told me."One of the foremen, Alf Jones was in here demanding a raise, he said that Jack had more or less promised him the job of factory manager." We don't have a factory manager do we?" No, Jack never saw the need for one."I walked into the factory and saw him talking to a group. "Mostly the former," was all I could manage."What if I changed? For you?"Damn. And the shocks just keep coming. "Anya, why are you doing this? Why does it mean so much to you that we-" rapid assessment, then a quick decision, "-stay friends?" Because you make me want to be a better person," she said simply. "I've manipulated people throughout my whole life, and you're the first one that called me on it and made me realize what I was doing. You made me see myself for the arrogant self-centered. She had certainly piqued my interest."Mr. Roberts, there has to be something I can do to better my grade. I really want to be valedictorian . . . Something?" As she spoke, she reached out and placed her hand on my chest, trailing down to my belt.I was no fool. Nor, was I a pushover. It was going to take more than a little flirting for me to cave. Plus, I walked the halls. I'd heard plenty about Stephanie Robinson. If she was half the slut the other girls made her out to be, this could be a.