Marianne explained cryptically.“What?”“What I mean Jennifer is that your grades are dropping ever since the second semester and I’m worried th...t if you keep up at this pace that you won’t be able to graduate.” Ms. Marianne explained.“So why am I here then?” I asked eagerly.“Craig, you are here because I want you to tutor Jennifer to pass the Quarterly Exam next Friday.” “Why do I have to do it?” I said in defiance. “There are plenty of other people who could tutor her besides me.”“I’m asking. He groped for the door, stumbling with her along as baggage. She unfastened his belt ( how he wasn't sure ( and went for the button to his pants. He kicked out the door's stopper. She threw the bolt, as if they had practiced it. She refused to be let down, clinging to him like a child.Giggling playfully, she held him closer to her as his pants fell down around his knees and he staggered, almost falling over."No," she protested, as he tried to lower her onto a bar stool."No," again when he aimed. Somehow, I had the feeling that she wore nothing but that dress, and those perfect breasts were real. Those deep blue eyes of hers had captured mine with a single glance, and the smile on her lips seemed inviting enough, so I joined her at her table. The feel of her cool, pale skin when we shook hands sent a shock through me, and I knew that I would do almost anything to take her home. As it turned out, all it took were a few hours of conversation, and a couple glasses of wine. She told me her. We looked at each other and mouthed at the same time “toilet”. I led the way with my trolley and glancing back at her saw that her dampness was now showing through her trousers. We left our trolleys outside and i went to the men’s, she was heading to the women’s and at the last second dived in behind me. We got in a stall in record time and there was so much frantic tension that pleasantries were skipped. She stood and faced the wall and leaned over slightly pushing her bottom towards me. I.