As a result of my mother’s naive decision to allow me to be tutored by Mr. Jones, today is the first day I get to go to his house. Any normal mother would probably be terrified by this idea, but my mother most likely never considered me as a possible object of harassment, much less attraction. I could not concentrate in class, being as excited as I was. That excitement was melded with a growing tinge of anxiety as I imagine most school girls would feel going to an older man’s house. Though there was nothing for me to worry about. Mr. Jones would not touch me in any way inappropriate unless I allowed him. I trust him.
Once the last school bell rang, I walked towards his car, which he purposefully parked outside the school grounds. After his meeting was over, he joined me and we l
