Oh Micheal, Micheal, why can't you see? That you + me = ecstasy!
I would sincerely like to recommend math tutoring to everyone and anyone, even if you aren't having troubles with your math. Especially if your math tutor is a foxy grade twelve with glasses! And he's been seen wearing a sweater vest!! That's two out of three! All we need to do now is wrangle him into a pair of short pants, and he'll have become the perfect guy!
Hahaha, oh god, it was so funny. Our eyes would lock as we discussed trig ratios. His knee kept touching my thigh as he leaned in to look over right-angle triangles. Our hands brushed as we both reached for the calculator. Love and variable equations were in the air. Oh, he SAID "Y=x-155." But I knew he meant, "Take me! Take me now, Sarah!" The only fly in my ointment is that after our session ended (Although he did stay fifteen minutes extra with me..) he beat it the hell outta there pretty quickly. My only hope is that he couldn't control his raging passion for me and had to leave before he tossed aside the graph sheets and made wild love to me on the desks. Well come on, who'd wanna do it in front of Mr. Kwecien? Plus, there's the age difference, so he's probably having an inner struggle with himself right now. "No, I mustn't -it would be wrong! But how could something so wrong feel so good?"
Yeah. I'm sure that's how it's going down. *nods knowledgeably*
He gave me a high-five today after we solved a really complicated triangle. We worked ourselves into a frenzy, and couldn't contain ourselves when we discovered that RS = 45m! You should've seen the sparks of sexual tension fly. And come on, everyone knows that's like almost second base!! Anyone wanna touch my Micheal hand? Anyone? Anyone?
Hahaha, oh god, it was so funny. Our eyes would lock as we discussed trig ratios. His knee kept touching my thigh as he leaned in to look over right-angle triangles. Our hands brushed as we both reached for the calculator. Love and variable equations were in the air. Oh, he SAID "Y=x-155." But I knew he meant, "Take me! Take me now, Sarah!" The only fly in my ointment is that after our session ended (Although he did stay fifteen minutes extra with me..) he beat it the hell outta there pretty quickly. My only hope is that he couldn't control his raging passion for me and had to leave before he tossed aside the graph sheets and made wild love to me on the desks. Well come on, who'd wanna do it in front of Mr. Kwecien? Plus, there's the age difference, so he's probably having an inner struggle with himself right now. "No, I mustn't -it would be wrong! But how could something so wrong feel so good?"
Yeah. I'm sure that's how it's going down. *nods knowledgeably*
He gave me a high-five today after we solved a really complicated triangle. We worked ourselves into a frenzy, and couldn't contain ourselves when we discovered that RS = 45m! You should've seen the sparks of sexual tension fly. And come on, everyone knows that's like almost second base!! Anyone wanna touch my Micheal hand? Anyone? Anyone?