"No, Eliza," he protested, getting up. "That's over the line; you can put yourself out there to me, I'm your tutor." I'm legal though, by a whole eigh...-hundred and some odd days. You need to get laid, I'm looking for a date this weekend, what would you say? Also, consider that you've checked out my tits a couple of times today." No, I haven't, Eliza. I'm a professional." Dude, you're a fucking tutor, I don't think you can even officially be a professional tutor. I know you're frustrated, and. As Levy reached that conclusion, the plane touched down hard, and started braking.She gathered her materials, and started off the plane, putting the strap of her purse across her shoulder.At the top of the jet ramp, she heard Traddler."Levy." There was a new tone in his voice, more forceful, more assured as she saw Traddler walking up the jet ramp. "I still can't believe that you wormed your way into first class. Give up that flirty 'I'm just a helpless girl' crap that you used on the gate. How can I compete with a dead woman?’ She seemed to be talking to herself and I shook my head, her touch making me feel uncomfortable. ‘I’m not pregnant, you know.’ She looked at me and the hard veneer seemed to fall away. ‘In fact, I can’t have children. I found that out long ago. And you know the stupid thing? I even pretended to take the pill so Daniel wouldn’t know! Can you believe that?’ I gazed at her in disbelief. ‘You’re not pregnant?’ She let out a hard laugh. ‘No, I made it up to see. "And now?" she said mock seriously as she placed her sole flat on my face. I wasn’t able to say much. The smell was intense, almost making me dizzy. "Look at him!" her friend laughed, "That frown says it all. Stinky!" "I believe so," the pretty girl agreed. "Quite an expression you have there." She removed her foot. “What do you say?” she asked me, “Do female feet smell after all?” I tried to maintain my dignity. "Well, up close like that of course it is noticeable, but…" "Oh, you’re such a.