Needing a few other things from the grocery store, Abigail set out on her own knowing full well Jim would balk at the request to go with her or for th...t matter, probably wouldn't get the other items anyway.Earlier she had put on her pajamas as she was already in bed reading as she did every evening while Jim watched the news. It was after putting her book away that she remembered that she had not prepared the coffee maker for the next day. Being that she was already downstairs, Abigail didn't. I bit my lip. Are you sure that you want me? Are you sure you wouldnt prefer one of the hundreds of girls fawning over you? I just dont feel like Im&hellip, good enough for you. I dont want you to be disappointed with me. I met his eyes again, and he looked confused. What are you talking about? I dont think its possible that you could disappoint me. Nothing you say or do would ever. Why would you even think that? I shrugged, silently. Is it about sex? You know that Im not pressuring you, and I. It was delicious but the atmosphere between us was still awkward.Eventually, the fail-safe remedy of good red wine and a sense of humour came to the rescue. After a couple of large glasses and two courses of Tony’s undoubtedly excellent cooking the conversation finally loosened, I began to relax and he seemed to follow suit. A third glass of wine mellowed us both still further and by the time he was clearing the main course dishes we were giggling and touching hands like teenagers again.It. "Come Shelly, sit. We have much to talk about." Sir said as he led me to the leather chair.They told me that they will help me study and I was not to expect them to give me the answers. I still had to do the work just like all the other students."We have discussed a plan to improve your grades. There is a pleasure/punishment factor involved." Sir said as he handed me a cup of coffee.The plan was simple, they help me and if I received a grade higher than a "c" in their classes on any.