Your teacher was a very attractive man. Almost all the girls in his class liked him. But he only had eyes for you. His star student. Recently, you’ve been falling behind in his class. Not paying much attention to anything. He asked for you to stay behind to work on some things.

While everyone was leaving you began to write out math problems. He came up behind you, watching your paper intently as you wrote.

He leaned over your shoulder. “How’s my star pupil doing hmm? Need help?”