"So began my career as a tutor.So for the next six months, I was sitting in her library with her and sometimes one or both of her kids singing softly ...nd playing the guitar, while her husband and some friends played poker in the den. They were loud and noisy, we were quiet and respectful.I found myself looking forward to her lessons. Her subtle beauty, her soft voice, and those blue eyes. I loved the way her eyes sparkled while we sat on the settee and I sang simple love songs. I saw the. Patty stopped her again. I complained, “Stop, this is starting to hurt. Mary turn around. Face down ass up.”She giggled, turned around and pointed her ass at me. She wiggled her ass in a teasing matter. There was juice running down her leg. I looked and there was a giant wet spot on the blankets. I couldn’t take it any more. I took up position and jammed it in with one long slow lunge. After only a couple thrusts I was pounding into her at full speed. It didn’t take long and I gave her a nice. When I cut through the usual legal mumbo-jumbo, I got the essence of her claims. It was a no-fault divorce with her claiming the house, half my 401K and her Explorer. Visitation would be twice monthly on weekends only. She also wanted spousal support to the tune of forty percent of my income as well as child support at another twenty percent of my income. All in all, by the time my taxes and other deductions were removed, I had about a buck-and-a-half left. She must have known this wasn't going. A lot. Come on. We’re going to your…boudoir.’ Boudoir…? Somehow, during that one day, she had managed a complete transformation of my bedroom. The orange cafe curtains were gone, and in their place she had hung pink curtains with a pattern of little ballerinas in blue. At the top of each window there was a ruffled valence in the same fabric. The bedspread was in the same pattern. She had covered my desk with a lacy cloth and put a mirror over it, turning it into a vanity. My plan was working.