Then he looked over to the boiler

It wasn't until I was nearing the end of the pile that I became certain there was somebody standing outside the barn, just beside the doorway. I'd left the door open because that's how it was normally, and because I wanted the light; and twice already I'd found myself glancing up, thinking I'd heard some small noise. But there'd been no one there, and I'd just gone on with what I was doing. Now I was certain, though, and lowering my magazine I made a heavy sighing sound that would be clearly audible. I waited for giggling, or maybe for two or three students to come bursting into the barn, eager to make the best of having caught me with a pile of porn mags. But nothing happened. So I called out, in what I tried to make a weary tone: "Delighted you could join me. Why be so shy?" There was a little chuckle, then Tommy appeared at the threshold. "Hi, Kath," he said sheepishly. "Come on in, Tommy. Join in the fun." He came towards me cautiously, then stopped a few steps away. Then he looked over to the boiler, and said: "I didn't know you liked that sort of stuff." "Girls are allowed too, aren't we?" I kept going through the pages, and for the next few seconds he stayed silent. Then I heard him say: "I wasn't trying to spy on you. But I saw you from my room. I saw you come out here and pick up that pile Keffers left." "You're very welcome to them when I've finished." He laughed awkwardly. "It's just sex stuff. I expect I've seen them all already." He did another laugh, but then when I glanced up, I saw he was watching me with a serious expression. Then he asked: "Are you looking for something, Kath?" "What do you mean? I'm just looking at dirty pictures." "Just for kicks?" "I suppose you could say that." I put down one mag and started on the next one. Then I heard Tommy's steps coming nearer until he was right up to me. When I looked up again, his hands were hovering fretfully in the air, like I was doing a complicated manual task and he was itching to help.