He waswell aware of the stereotype of how sweet and kind southern girls were,and was drawn to the colleges in that region. He picked a school inGeorgi... that was slightly outside Athens.While he didn't admit this to his parents, he wanted out from under theirwatchful gaze. They were wonderful parents, but tended to keep a bit tootight of a leash on Tanner. He wanted the opportunity to be out on hisown.That August he left for college in his old Honda Civic driving across thecountry for the. "Kate is much, much prettier and more fun to look at than mom." He said boldly.I turned to look at him. "Oh, so I see you don't think girls are gross anymore huh?"He stared straight at the TV. "Nope. At least not Kate Winslet." Like she'd ever go out with you," I said jokingly.He looked over at me. "You never know. I bet you're drooling over Leonardo Dicaprio huh?"I wrinkled my nose. "Eww no! Boys are gross."He laughed. "Yeah right. I heard you like Chase Thompson."I frowned. "No I don't! Lucy. .” She nodded. I turned to June. “Do you need to eat before we leave? There’s time...”“No, I’m fine, thanks. Big breakfast.” She turned to her aunt. “Come and look, Auntie.”They were below for several minutes and I could hear the muttering of conversation, but I couldn’t make any of it out until as June was emerging from the cabin, she said, “It’s called ‘hot-bunking’, Auntie. One of us has to be up and awake all the time, so there’s no point in wasting space on separate bunks.” Her aunt’s. When I stop as directed, he puts pressure on my shoulder until I bend forward and lay myself over the table.I’m very aware of my big round bottom sticking up in the air, my belly and breasts flattened on the table - aware of what a spectacle I must be in that pose. But I’m not given anymore time to ponder it as he nudges my legs wider with his knee. Awkwardly I shift until my feet are against the legs of the table - a shamelessly exposed stance, which he steps back to admire for a moment.