Every week, you will come over to administer… let's call it a deep tissue massage. Until I achieve the sort of release that I have difficulty findin... time for. Are you interested?"I was very interested, and over the next few weeks, she taught me the best ways to help her out. Not with words, you understand. I learned by doing.For instance, I found she wasn't much for foreplay. The first time, I started out teasing her nipples and thighs, and she got really upset and told me I was wasting her. " So I have caught your attention then?" Yes, but not in the right way. Think back to what your ex-boyfriend said, and then look at yourself from his point of view. What did he see?" I suppose." And, your mother isn't that old." I had put her at a couple of years older than me, maybe 47.When Jeanette said she was only 37 I didn't say anything, but bringing up that brood on her own had obviously taken its toll.Anyway, talk over, I told her to start the following day by giving the house a good. I thought you would, too. I thought you’d both feel more guilty about it. I thought I’d be home more often, but the opposite turned out to be true. Even when it become obvious that you two had gotten out of control, I still didn’t suspect that love would be involved; that’s one hell of an acting job that you both managed to pull off. Near the end, when you were coming up with one pathetic excuse after another to extend your stay, I started firing warning shots across your bow. I was surprised. Parker stood up. “You know…fucking a student.” I said in a quiet but seductive voice. “Aubrey I-” “Oh come on Mr. P, I earn my extra credit and we both get to have a little bit of fun.” I smiled a devilish grin. “Besides, who has to know?” “Aubrey, I could lose my job for having sex with a student. No, just…no.” He sighed and turned from me. “Mr. Parker, I graduate in a few months, and I turned 18 last week. There is nothing illegal about it so long as no one finds out.” I reached up to my tank.