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When I was had finished my college freshman year and was home for the summer, I had a hard time finding a job, the economy was in a recession. I was playing in chess tournaments, mostly on lower rating levels, U1600, but after winning a tournament in early June, a woman named Marie asked me if I could give private lessons for her daughter, Tracy, who was ten-years-old. Tracy had already beaten her dad and older brother, but finished the four round tournament with only one win and a draw, 1 1/2 out of a possible score of 4. We agreed on $15 an hour and a $100 bonus if Tracy took home any trophy from a tournament that summer, $200 for second, and $300 for first, each. Seeing there were three local tournaments that summer Tracy could play in, and she was at the lowest ranking level, U800, I figured I could make some good money. There was also a New England regional in Boston in mid-August, I was eyeing the $5,500 prize for my division, plus the pretty awesome trophy, and if Tracy was good enough I promised she could tag along, and enter into whatever division she qualified for. If Tracy took the big prize home from Boston for her division (a $1,500 scholarship and a fancy trophy) I was promised a $500 prize.
Tracy was a charming little nerd and usually she'd sit there, messy brown hair tied back, no makeup on, round glasses, and geeky t-shirt. She got usually an hour or two a week, and was very studious doing all the homework I issued. We bonded over some common and nerdy interests, and often I'd stay a bit late, those trophies weren't going to win themselves. In a lot of ways I saw a younger me in Tracy. She also was very eager to impress me, recording games she'd play at school or against the computer for review and reading up on openings herself. She also was getting much better. The other kids her age at her rating would crumble under the Sicilian defense, and while I played the Taimanov, she found the flexibility of it somewhat unrewarding and preferred the Dragon variation. Although, I had to steer her against excessively aggressive playstyles, and forced her to try the French and Caro-Kann.
One week I came by expecting to meet with "my little protégé," as I called her, and I found the front door unlocked, I came in and went to the kitchen where Tracy and I usually played. It wasn't uncommon for her to be a bit late. I heard what sounded like weights clanking downstairs, heavy ones, and loud pop music. Tracy had lived in a raised ranch, so the basement was part of the living space. I was going to go investigate the noise when a tall, blonde goddess ascended the stairs, sweaty and in a tank top, she had a lean feminine body, but developed and toned muscles. Her legs were amazing and looked incredibly strong. She was wearing a black sleeveless top and black very short shorts. I knew Tracy had an eighteen-year-old sister, but never really gave her a lot of thought, she seemed to not be around when I was. I was only nineteen, but was focused on my work.
"Oh hi there," I said, "I don't believe we've met before, I'm Ollie." She looked at me blankly and then nodded and said, "Tara."
"Do you know when Tracy will be here?" I asked.
"Family's away this week, in Gettysburgh," said Tara.
"You're not going with them?" I asked.
