Ms Thompson came congratulate her

As Denise stood up, her legs still trembling beneath her, she felt a sense of relief wash over her, followed closely by a wave of embarrassment. She looked around the garden, hoping to find a place to hide, but the flowers and trees seemed to be staring at her, their leaves and branches whispering her shame. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and began to make her way back to the house, her eyes fixed on the ground.

As she approached the garden door, she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. She turned to see Ms. Thompson walking towards her, a warm smile on her face. "Congratulations, Denise," Ms. Thompson said, her voice filled with amusement. "

Denise's face contorted in a mixture of confusion and embarrassment as she struggled to comprehend the meaning behind Ms. Thompson's words. The smile on Ms. Thompson's face seemed to be growing wider, and Denise's eyes narrowed slightly as she tried to read between the lines. "What are you talking about?" Denise asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she was afraid of being overheard by the flowers and trees that seemed to be watching her every move.

Ms. Thompson's smile faltered for a moment, and she looked at Denise with a hint of surprise, as if she had expected Denise to understand the joke.

Ms. Thompson looked at Denise with a hint of surprise, as if she had expected Denise to understand the joke. "Your first time, isn't it?" she asked, her voice gentle and kind. Denise nodded, unable to speak. "It's okay," Ms. Thompson said, placing a comforting hand on Denise's shoulder. "It happens to everyone eventually."

Denise looked up at Ms. Thompson, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I didn't know what to do."

Ms. Thompson smiled at her, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "It's okay,"