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I always struggled with mathematics at school and it was no different at University, even at my ripe old age of 19. In particular, I had to take a course in statistics for my degree that I found particularly difficult to deal with. The course I was attending was tutored by an Italian Maths Professor. She always came to work dressed in a rather austere fashion, wearing long-sleeved button shirts, trousers and flats. She was about my height (5'5") and I guessed she must have been in in her late 40's-early 50's. Her hair was dark brown and she kept it in a bob. Her skin was tanned and she had piercing green eyes. She had thin lips and never wore lipstick or make-up. She was in good shape for her age though and I could tell she liked exercising regularly. She certainly looked the part of a teacher and she came across as rather strict and severe.
After the final lecture before the exams, where again I struggled, she asked me to stop at the end of the class.
"Gabrielle, I have to be frank with you, but you have been really struggling with your homework. I'm not sure you will be able to pass the exam next week".
I panicked when I heard that and said, "Look, Miss..."
"You can call me Laura. I've never been big on formalities."
"Ok...Laura...I can't fail that exam...I tried really hard but some concepts are just too hard for me to grasp. Maths has always been a struggle for me", I said with a crack in my voice.
Laura looked at me and I swear there was a glint in her eyes.
"Mmm, well, I can tell this is important for you. I normally don't do private lessons, but how about you come around my place Saturday afternoon and we go through the course material together?"
"Oh, that would be great, Miss...I mean, Laura! I'd gladly pay anything!"
"I don't want any money, sweetie. Here this is my address...how about you come over at two?"
"That would be great! Thanks again, Laura!"
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On that Saturday, I came right on time at Laura's home and rang the bell. She opened the door still dressed as during the week, which I found rather surprising, as I thought she would be more relaxed at home. She still looked rather austere and a bit intimidating. I took my shoes off on her request and sat down at a table next to her and started the revision.
As we were going through the textbook, I noticed that Laura progressively moved closer to me, her legs occasionally brushing against mines and her hands resting on my legs, lightly rubbing them while explaining something. I thought it a bit weird but did not pay much attention to it, since I was concentrating on the mathematical tasks.
After a couple of hours of Laura's meticulous and patient explaining, I started gaining more confidence. Finally around 6 PM I could manage to solve the test questions Laura gave me.
"I think you made some good progress, Gabrielle. This might be good enough to pass the exam."
I was so happy to hear that, that I hugged her.
"Oh, thank you Miss... I mean Laura! I owe you so much!"
"Oh, you sure do, Gaby! You don't mind if I call you Gaby, do you?"
"After what you did, you can call me what you want!"
"Mm, I'll keep that in mind...oh, mine...look at the time though! You must be starving Gaby!"
In fact I was rather hungry and said, "Oh, that's ok...I'll just go and grab a Burger..."
"Tell you what, why don't you have dinner with me? I can cook some nice pasta and I also have a bottle of red wine we can share. I think you deserve it today!"
"Oh, that would be great Laura!"
"Be a sweetie then and prepare the table while I cook. You can find the cutlery and plates in the kitchen."
Laura was indeed a great cook and she prepared a lovely meal. We were sitting in front of each other at the table and as we were eating and talking.
"So, Gaby, how are things with your family?"
"Oh, they are doing well, thanks for asking. How about yours?"
"Well, my parents live back in Italy. I normally visit them around Christmas time..."
"Oh, so you don't have a husband or any kids? I thought maybe they also lived back in Italy."
"Never been married sweetie. How about you? Any boyfriends?"
"Yeah, I do. He is in the final year of his Philosophy degree."
"Considering how pretty you are, I bet he is the tall, dark and handsome type..."
I blushed at her compliment and replied that indeed he was quite tall and handsome, though of the blonde persuasion.
While we were talking at the table, I noticed that she would occasionally brush her feet against mines, but I assumed it was just a coincidence.
After the meal, Laura suggested we sit down on the sofa to digest the food and keep drinking some more wine. I was getting rather tipsy and Laura was sitting close to me, her legs rubbing against mines. As we were talking she started stroking my hair, but since I was a bit inebriated and she had helped me tremendously with the revision, I let it go. She then twirled some of my hair around her index finger and said, "Mmm, I really like your blonde hair Gaby. So smooth and silky."
She then put her nose in my hair and said, "And it smells so good too..."
"Hmm, thanks...I guess it must be the shampoo I use..."