Chapter 34 Taught By My Tutor I

• I was a healthy 16-year-old girl. Some found me very attractive, others not so much. I was 5'2, outgoing, tall and lanky . . . had a big social circle of friends who adored me, a loving home, and a good education. With my long black hair that reached to my waist, pink full lips, tiny hips and apple-sized breasts, I sometimes could easily turn quite a few heads. And back then, I had a tutor. He was a plump looking older gentleman, 5'8, 42 years of age who educated me in his home in mathematics (and much more) my final year in middle school.
• I had learned that he lived with his wife and teenage twin daughters. I had been studying under him for two years by that point. He was a very nice and friendly guy. He'd properly praised students for doing a good job and would help those who lagged behind in their studies. A pat on the head, a pat on the back, an occasional half hug was very normal behavior towards his students. He would routinely lean over from behind me, while he taught math. Although some might find this behavior suspect, no one ever thought anything of it.
• He never touched anyone inappropriately and never glanced at anyone in a perverse way. So when he leaned over me while showing me shortcuts to the math we were learning . . . it was nothing abnormal. Over the course of the year my grades had improved tremendously, and there was nothing to complain about. Occasionally when he would lean over, and take the pen from my hand and show me how to do a math problem correctly, the cap of the pen or the knuckle of his thumb would accidentally brush over the underside of my breast. It happened only a few times and he showed no indication of ever really noticing what was taking place.