When I awoke, I ran the events of the previous day through my mind. I noticed movement at the foot of the stairwell. It was Leena. She took a couple o... tiny steps into the room and stopped. She had the shorts and tee shirt that she had been wearing the night before on. She asked me if I was okay. I told her that I was and was going to tell her that I was moving when she interrupted me.I asked her if I could be alone. She said okay and went back upstairs. I thought about going into work, but. I decided to keep my own supply room vigil. If I was being watched and hanging around the supply room too much, I'd be incriminating myself by my behavior, so I was stealthy about it. And whenever I visited the room, I updated a personal inventory of the expensive items in a small notepad in my suit jacket pocket: calculators, desk clocks, leather binders, the desirable stuff for a thief. Yes, I got the notepad from supplies.Over a two-week period, I detected a pattern in my inventory history.. "She looked down and nervously twisted her hands. "You're probably not going to like the next bit, Bill. When Stephen and I started working together properly last term I hoped it might make you jealous but it didn't seem to. He started to complain about all the distractions when we were working at your house: the noise of the television, the piano, clattering in the kitchen, you and Sally talking loudly and so on. He persuaded me to do the majority of our work at his place. He obviously had. The school had a late bus for those kids who were involved in extracurricular activities, so I always had a ride home.After high school, there was a long dry spell before I managed to snag another sex partner. It seems most young ladies aren’t nearly as aggressive as Laurie. And me? I have all the social skills of a fireplug. Plus, I always remained a scrawny little twerp, so what would be the attraction?As much as I was thrilled to have my room and my bed back, the house actually felt way too.