Fortunately, I was alone in the house that evening. I wasn't sure if it would stay that way, so I made myself a quick dinner and retreated to my room, shutting the door behind me. As I ate, I mulled over everything that had happened earlier that afternoon. The highs from capturing Mrs. Carson bent over in front of me, followed by my paranoia of having been caught—only for nothing to come of it—had been quite the whirlwind. I felt like I was in the clear now, but the whole situation had been bizarre. Mrs. Hartsell was still a mystery to me too—her flirting with me was a definite turn-on,...