Their only exposure to the subject is a direct result of sitting, bored, through a "Where do Babies Come From" class in the sixth grade, which was jus... sufficiently informative to make them aware that some girls "have boobs" and some are "flat as a pancake". Someone, somewhere also told these boys that it was important to verbalize to the girls the differences that they had noted in their physiques.The seventh grade experience for Dusty Larson was probably as bad as any other girl in her class. The seniors, without any notice, would disappear. In the spring there would be an all-school barbecue. If the junior class had found the seniors by 8:00 A.M. the morning after they sneaked, the seniors had to pay for the party. If not, the juniors paid for the party. The juniors frequently recruited lower class men to help in the hunt.On a Thursday evening, one of the juniors called asking if I would help look for the seniors. If so, could I find someone with a car? I called Matt to see. Possibly even Jimmy Hoffa.When I reached the office at 8:15AM, Sam and Royce were drinking coffee and chatting like old friends. I did hope Royce's time in prison didn't mean he and Sam had things in Common."Good morning all," I said smiling at them. I was trying to be cheerful, even if I didn't feel it. I was lost with the Jane thing and I didn't have near enough clients to cover my growing overhead ... In other words I was faking cheerful and doing a damn good job I might add."Good Morning Ms. ” She whispered into the back of my neck. “I knew I was late and I should have insisted they bring me back. Please don’t hate me; I couldn’t bear it.”Christ, she sounded scared. I turned around and discovered she was naked and shivering.I held out my arms, and she stepped close and hugged me. “What’s happening to us?” I asked.“I’ve been foolish; I just need you to keep me sane.” She played with the Emerald hanging between her breasts. “You have my promise, my love.”She led me to our bed, and.