" He'd get a kick out of it.I wondered idly if he'd try to match my handwriting with Jack Heyward's. If he did he was in for yet another disappointmen...; as Heyward I'd been a lefty, but I was always pretty ambidextrous and had taught myself to use my right hand now. After I did I wondered why I hadn't before, it was a lot easier than craning my wrist around what I wrote. My rebellious streak at work, even as a kid?But I doubted he'd do the comparison anyway. The last couple of months had. John looked at him closely. He wasaverage height and dressed in simple work clothes. He had the thick mass ofwhite curls that Rich had mentioned, but the rest of the face was young,unlined. It was impossible to guess his age. His eyebrows were the same bushywhite froth, but his eyes -- his eyes were dark brown, almost black, andsomehow menacing.John kept smiling. "I guess you're right. I'm John. I just moved in today.Would you like to come in for a drink?" Thank you, John, but Stavros have long. Lyman turned his head, glancing about the room. ‘Where are they,’ he wondered.“Cathy?”“Yeah, Daddy?”“What you doing?”“I’m showing, Thorn, my art.”The couple strolled back into the living room. Cathy had her left arm warped around the Sheriff’s waist, leaning into the Sheriff. Her right hand rested on the Sheriff’s belly, touching his gun belt. Thorn’s right hand hung down over her pert right breast, brushing over the small mound.“Time to finish paying the piper,” Thorn led the girl to the sofa,. .No, that's it. And thanks for being honest," Jake said.Stacy just smiled. "I'll see you later," she said. He does have a rawtalent and is a good student she thought. Just then her phone rang. Itwas from Cole. What does he want now? She picked it up. She waved herhand at Jake gesturing him to leave.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>"Yes Cole, I'll be there tomorrow. You don't have to call me again andagain," Jake heard Mr.Rover/Stacy say in the phone as he was.