She had an inkling now why it’d been so important to him. He couldn’t keep Barca’s g**g out of the centre, but he could try to protect the offices and storerooms.
‘You might as well come out, Weldon,’ Simo crooned. ‘You have to come out sometime.’
The men laughed; cruel, crude cackles.
‘We can fix you, you know, dyke.’ Barca again.
‘Yeah, all you need is a real man.’ Hodgey whooped.
They thought she was a lesbian because she was female, did a ‘man’s job’ being on the tools in cabinetmaking and was definitely uninterested in anything they had to offer. They’d molested her physically and verbally for years but hadn’t beaten down the defiance in her eyes. She knew that annoyed and egged them on, but she had to stand up to them somehow.
Well, she’d have to come out of the closet soon; he
