Your alarm attacks you with his noise, waking you up. You stop it and look at the clock: it’s six a.m., Monday. Today, you will begin your first day with the tutor your father got you. With an hour to prepare yourself, you want to make a good first impression. You don’t know yet if they will be a man or woman, and of what age range, but you’re sure that your dad got you the best professional he could find.
You go the bathroom, use the toilet to empty your bladder, and then remove your pajama, followed by your underwear. You wash yourself up and once dry you put on a clean pair of underpants. You remember that your father bought supplies for your tutoring session, but he didn’t want to tell you what he got, so you’re curious to see.
You return to your room, where you put on clean clothes: a grey t-shirt and a simple pair of jeans.
You go down in the kitchen, where you sit at the table. Your father is already eating breakfast, while your mother is serving yours.
“Hi mom, hi dad.” you greet them “I’m ready for my first lesson with the tutor.”
“I’m glad to see you’re so full of energy.” your mom says, filling your bowl with coffee and milk.
You smile at her, and start to eat.
“I’m sure you will learn a lot.” your dad says, once he’s finished eating.
You smile at him too, replying “I’m sure of that too. Thank you, dad.”
Your parents finish to prepare themselves while you clean the table. When they are both ready to go to work, your mother hugs you and gives you a kiss on the forehead, saying “Stay on your best behavior for the tutor, ok?”
You nod, and your parents leaves, leaving you alone waiting for the tutor to come.
After just a couple of minutes the bell rings, and you promptly ask “Who’s there?”
A sweet and quite young female voice replies to you “I’m Lisa. I’m here for the tutoring session.”
Astonished that your father chose a young woman to tutor you, you open the door curious to see what she looks like.
Once the door is opened, you see that the woman is indeed young, probably in her early twenties (twenty-two, perhaps?). You notice that she is quite tall. She is really pretty, with long ash blonde hair collected in a ponytail, small lips with light red lipstick on them curved in a warm smile, and a small nose. She’s wearing a light blue with short sleeves and a pair of simple black pants, and she was carrying a pink handbag with a black cat printed on it. But the detail that hit you most are her eyes: they are quite big and of deepest shade of green you’ve ever seen.
“Hi, I’m Lisa.” she says, with a cheerful voice “You must be Daniel. I’m here to tutor you.”
Still too astonished to say anything, you simply let her in.
Once the door is closed behind her, Lisa look at you from head to toes and says…
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