"What's wrong?" she asked."My keys were in my pants pocket. I must have locked them in the trunk," I said. Demerits, restriction to quarters and the l...ss of the Colonel's regard for me were flowing through my mind.Karen volunteered to drive me to school. "Was that your school uniform I saw hanging in your car?" she asked as she changed gears."Yes but I have another one in my locker," I said, considering if my spare pair of shoes would pass inspection."You didn't lock the keys to your locker in. ”Sam had never considered that comparison before but he had to agree with her thoughts about the fuel being the problem and not the lamps.“I suspect you might be right, Miss Belinda, that jackass over at the livery stable needs to find something better than the dirty burlap bags to filter out the muck from the kerosene before he sells the stuff to cash-paying customers.”He knew that most of the thrift minded westerners still used the multi-candle lights that chased the darkness for reasons of. Preaching to the converted," she told them. "But we can't make him go. He won't go and Dad has no interest in making him go." We could all try and make him uncomfortable," Tabitha suggested. "Or making this a beer-free zone." He has a right to eat his takeaways or drink his beer in the house. As long as he tidies up after himself," Natalie told them. "We can't stop him doing that." Yeah I know," Sarah muttered. "But I just want him out really. He's just so ... male."Natalie shrugged and put her. “Ms. Lynnwell… what’s going on?..”The woman smiled at him as she stood up and walked over to him. “Oh, honey, don’t worry.” She sat herself on his desk again, just as his head fell forward. He felt her soft thighs against his face, and one of her hands began to stroke his hair as his eyes drooped shut. “You’ll be fine. We’re just going to take care of your obedience issues.”That was the last thing he registered before the world faded away.----------------------Eli was almost certain that he was.