"Would you..." I asked, pausing for effect, " ... study?"Then I broke into a grin.She looked shocked for a bit then broke out laughing."I guess that w...uld be the right way to go about getting a good grade, wouldn't it?" she asked with a chuckle.We had a good chuckle at that then went on to study algebra for a bit. With the one-on-one help, she was able to better understand what we were talking about and could do the work very well by the end of an hour together.By the time we finished, I could. That kiss wasn’t a very convincing deterrent.He shooed the harpies away and put a fair distance between himself and the cleric.Elta pulled out the small white rod and pressed the button on it, causing the leather straps to sprout from the end. Continuing to hold the button, the straps detached from the rod, slithering down one another before reconnecting to the end of another strap. Four of the longer strips of leather formed before they each split down the middle and exploded into a flurry of. My world was school and that house. I was going home for the "family" holidays and parts of summers, but besides that, it was school, study, and her obsession with me, her control of me. After telling you what I did and then resulting revulsion, I do feel better. I really was releasing the poison." She said as she followed me into the kitchen."Hopefully this soup will sit well in your stomach, get you going again." You're sweet. Do me a favor? Hug me?" She asked.I opened my arms and she put her. We'll figure it out. How about I buy a couple carafes?"The little whore and I stayed long enough to drink a glass of the rosé I bought. I bought the sketchpad from its owner. The charcoal was free. We headed home. Except for a blow job so she could sketch my erection we didn't make love. I modeled nude. She sketched. We talked. I told her about the City and my artist friends and the high school for artists in Harlem. We cuddled and slept. My mother arrived around sunrise waking me. She looked.