I was halfway through the fall semester at my new school. It was a
private, all-male school with an all-male faculty. Dad wasn’t happy
with the education I had beeing in public school, and because
his business had dohe last few years, he felt he could afford
to buy me a better education. I was happy it was at an all-male school.
I never cared much firls.
One day, the bell rang, signaling the end of my algebra class. I
closed my book and headed towards the door when I felt a strong
hand grab my shoulder. I swung my head around. It was Mr. Studman,
my algebra teacher.
“Hold on, Andy. I o discuss something with you,” he
explained.
Mr. Studman led me back to his desk. He was my favorite teacher.
He had short salt and pepper hair, a thick, gray goatee, a great sense
of humor, and a flashy, sexy smile. He looked a lot like Dad, only a
bit older.
“Andy, you seem to be having difficulty as ebra equatio
more difficult. I wouldn’t like to see yrades drop, since you’ve
done so well up to this point. I have discussed this with your father
over the phone. I offered to tutor you after school on Tuesdays and
Thursdays. Your father has agreed, so sioday is Tuesday, I’ll see
you in my office after school today.”
“OK, Mr. Studman, I’ll see you later.”
“Fine, Andy! Our tut sessions will take about an hour, but
I’ll try to make them as enjoyable as possible. I’ll see you then.” Mr.
Studman said as he gave me a friendly slap on the back.
When the final bell rang, I made my way to Mr. Studman’s office. I
was looking forward to spendira time with my favorite teacher. I
knocked on his door and then closed the door behind me as I entered.
Mr. Studman was seated at his desk with his text book open and a
few lessons prepared for me.“Hello, Andy. Pull up a chair and we’ll get started