Meeting her Teacher.. who we dub The Tutor (whose character belongs to Terrance Zdunich)
“Where do I start? Well at the beginning of course ”
I had enrolled into an art class,in hopes to become more better at my talent…
We move on….
Few months on down the path………
Class was still in session..he had a group of students working on the lessons he gave, I was one of them, I aimed to please and paid attention to each lesson.
To see if we could flourish as artists or doomed to fail and never possess such a talent…
One day I was in the midst of working on a lesson and he approached me from behind, his shadow looming over my shoulder, he watched me for a moment. That got me nervous,It always did ! He then stepped away after making his observation ,but as he did I felt latex covered fingers along my cheek,causing my skin to goose bump. It was a subtle,yet mysterious gesture. Not sure what the exact intentions were of such a gesture.
Next day same thing. I’m at my standing easel and working on yesterdays lesson. He steps behind me, boots thus on the floor. This time he puts his latex gloved hands on my shoulders, my skin shows the goose bumps as chills run down my spine. A few squeezes were given and then He leaned down to whisper into my ear, praising my good works ” keep it up..and you’ll be my star pupil..” another shoulder squeeze given and he walked away.
Class was dismissed, I would sign and date my work as the other students hurried to get out of there. Maybe they felt uncomfortable but me, I felt at home. Then began to get ready to leave, I didn’t want to make him wait,but seemed he found it a perfect time for something. ” You show such promise, so gifted.” his voice filled my ears and caught my attention. ” Why not come to my place? We can talk of art and your future of such..” My cheeks flushed red and felt like they were on fire. “Don’t be shy..” I couldn’t help it .” I have never..been much of anywhere, what would people say?” I asked.
“They won’t say a word… please allow me to have your time. ” I mulled it over, I lived alone, had small circle of friends..and barely a social life, I shrugged, then smiled ” Alright..it’s a deal.. besides it’s about to rain..” The dark grey clouds loomed overhead outside.
"We don’t want to get caught walking home in such weather.." The Tutor said and once everything was set away he lead me outside ,it was just going to be a harmless "date" as collegues,right? To talk of art..my future..and dinner with some wine… so…tired… maybe too much wine…can’t keep my eyes open…so heavy lidded..must sleep.