He had an ugly, but appealing face, and a clumsy, puppy-dog, eager to please demeanor."You're Sheila?" he asked. He shook her hand, "I'm Charles." I'm...sorry to impose on you," she answered."Oh, that's fine. We only work at the dig in the mornings. It's too hot in the afternoons. Would you like to have lunch? Rory said you like octopus and beer. I know a place." Like Rory, he was Australian.She agreed. He picked up her suitcase as if it were empty and they walked together up a cobbled street. So hopefully I hadn’t missed anything important.There was one lesson that I regretted missing, but was really looking forward to this week.Mechanical Engineering was an elective course, more commonly known by the students as Shop.I was hoping that I would gain some good knowledge in the lesson to help me with the rebuilds I wanted to do on the Range Rover and Trans Am.But before I had that lesson I had to get through a few other classes first.The first lesson on Monday was English Literature. The first thing she educated me in was oral sex starting with her performing it on me to take the edge off of my passion enough to help me pay attention. She gave me a detailed introduction to her vagina with special attention to the clitoris, how it worked and the best ways to stimulate it for her and my pleasure.I believe that she was on the pill, but there were some occasions where she had me use a condom teaching me how to properly put it on and letting me see the difference in the feeling. Soon I was out of the building and into the flow of traffic, making my way to Jen's apartment block. When I got there, she kept me waiting, I knew she would. She wanted to make sure I knew she was a commodity.It was annoying, but it had its intended effect. I wanted her more, knowing she was this confident despite my position and the amount of wealth I had was something I didn't come across often. She walked up to the car and I got out to greet her. She flashed me a smile as I gave her a look.