"But how did you know my..." She stopped without finishing and looked at her 18-year old son, a calm knowing look in his eyes. "Never mind—I think I...know."Tanya gave her son a coquettish smile as she looked down at him, knowing exactly how he'd known her size. There had been many times over the years that she'd found evidence of her son's fascination with her underwear. She knew he made it a habit to raid her laundry basket, and then return the stolen goods when he was done. She'd found many of. She did make sure she had a single room though. She wanted to retain the privacy she had finally achieved with the change in her marital relationship. She installed herself here in a residence hall just over a month ago as she tested the waters of academe.One of the first things Katherine discovered was that virtually all of the students were testing their newfound freedom, just as she was, but in many differing ways. Especially when it came to their sexual experiences. It was pretty clear that. Mousy brown hair pulled into a messy topknot, her eyes red-rimmed from tears she won’t ever let me see fall. ‘You read too much into looks.’ My tone is colder than I mean it to be. She flinches. ‘I have a class in twenty minutes,’ I tell her. It’s the first unsolicited bit of conversation I’ve aimed her way in almost a week. ‘So do I.’ We’re in the same grade, but don’t have any classes together. St. John’s Academy is a large school, there are three campuses in the city, two for day students. After the boys dressed in their new clothes they came out of the barber's and headed for the Sheriff's office. They caught Horton as he came out of his door."Got time for a little talk, Sheriff?" Josh asked. Horton nodded and motioned them into his office."You boys sure look spiffy, goin to church or something," he teased the young men. He knew very well why the boys had gotten cleaned up. "What's on your mind?"Josh grinned at the Sheriff's compliment and said, "We heard Carl Davis was working.