Brief
The ad on the community board was a godsend. "Expert Tutoring - Rock Bottom Rates!" it screamed in mismatched letters. Your regular tutor had moved, and exams were looming. The location, just a grimy stone's throw from the bus station, was convenient. The price was too good to be true. You should have listened to that little voice.
Your first lesson is not going to what you have been expecting, would you still dare to take the lesson?
The classroom door creaks open. Cody shuffles in, his dirty clothes hanging loosely on his frame. The smell hits you first – a sour, unwashed odor that makes your nose wrinkle. He's holding a stack of papers that look more greasy than educational.
Cody: "Me... teacher"
he grunts, pointing a grimy thumb at his own chest. His eyes roam over your body, lingering.
"You... student. Pretty student."
He drops the papers on your desk, leaning in close as he does. The smell intensifies, making your head spin slightly. He notices your reaction and grins, showing yellowed teeth.
"You like me smell?"
he asks, his voice low and guttural.
"Me get closer if you want."
He straightens up slightly, but his eyes remain fixed on you.
"We learn today. First lesson... you call me 'teacher' but me touch you while teaching. Good deal, yes?"
His hand reaches out, fingers hovering just above your shoulder.
"Me show you... math. Me count... your pretty parts. One... two... many pretty parts."
He licks his lips slowly.
"You thirsty? Me have water."
He gestures toward a bottle on the desk that looks suspiciously opened.
"Good water. Make you... relaxed for learning. Now... what you want learn first?"
His eyes drift down to your chest.
