“See anything you like?” The sight of her bum, encased in red lace brought my already hard knob to full attention.“A few things” I retorted, t...rying to sound cool and nonchalant.She pushed me back onto the bed and lay down beside me. With in seconds our tongues had resumed their dance, only this time my hands weren't appropriately place on her back. They were tucked down the back of her pants on her bum. Amy's hands were roaming all over my back under my shirt. She pulled back and started to. At the end of classes she still hadn't found out who her tutor was supposed to be. She was getting her sweater out of her locker when Fiona presented herself."You ready?" Huh?" Danielle frowned. "Ready for what?" I'm supposed to help you with your class assignments." You're ... what?" They asked me a little while ago, and I said sure. They told me that your last school didn't like to teach girls math because girls were supposed to be too dumb to take it. I figured that had to be why they asked. ”“Why would you do that, Roger? What’s in it for you?”Apparently, she wasn’t accustomed to simple kindness; she expected to be asked for a quid pro quo, probably of the sexual variety given her appearance.“Nothing, Leah. I have a daughter; I’d like to think that if she was in your situation, whatever that might be, that some decent person would help her out.”“Oh. Look, I’m sorry for being so mistrusting, it’s just that…”“Never mind; you don’t know me, it’s only natural.”“You don’t look old. We’re not necessarily intelligent. We don’t excel at athletics. We just have the one personal characteristic most valued by our society – we look good, very good. I am the archetypal example. I started to notice it in grade school. Guys would offer to provide all kinds of services to me just for the favor of my time. They would carry my books, do my homework and offer to beat each other up, though how that was supposed to be of any value to me I never quite understood. As I moved up to middle.