History, Geography, French, Latin, Music and Art were all done in our tutor groups. PE was the greatest disappointment for me, as there was no swimmin.... It was all football, rugby, cricket and athletics. That quickly became one of my least favourite parts of the week.Within a couple of weeks at grammar school, one thing became very clear: I needed a tutor again. After the eleven plus exam a year ago I had stopped tutoring. Big mistake! I now needed help again. Fast. And not just in maths. Like me, Meg had expectations that she was expected to abide by and, like me she naturally started breaking the rules and fighting the system. She grew tired of people judging her and telling her that she had to act a certain way or achieve certain grades because her mother, aunts, grandmother and sisters had. Meg and I were going through similar sexuality issues, except Meg never identified as a lesbian, as I was now doing. We were both exploring that side of ourselves, but Meg had a boyfriend. “Mileage,” I said. “The hotel wasn’t far away, but it was a whole lot further than a trip to Emily’s office or to the shops. I keep a note of petrol consumption and mileage for both our cars, as my dad had shown me that you could spot engine problems before they got too big by keeping track of fuel economy. All it needed was a little maths and statistics, and I realised that she was travelling out of town a couple of times a week. I followed her and found they were visiting a cheap hotel.”“I. " You two go ahead if you want; I'm still on the clock and cannot do anything like that but please stay together and come to see me before you go home." I smiled and said "Have a good time."I noticed that there were several older ladies, well not real old but middle aged ladies still sitting and waiting, talking among themselves. I went to them and introduced myself and got their names.The one that seemed to be the leader said "I have been to the two other classes - if that's what they want to.