The Tutor       Jack sat in the back of class, lost in a daze as usual. He thought, "The professor really should make her lectures more interesting." Maybe then her would pay attention in class. As class dismissed and students began to file out of the lecture hall someone grabbed his arm and stopped him. It was the professor, and she didn't look very happy. She motioned for him to sit down in one of the chair on the front...

All by myself George was a bastard. He only thought of himself. These were the thoughts going through Pricilla's mind right at this moment. Why did it always have to be about him? She was finally going to get what she needed. Pricilla had been talking to her friend of ten years about her problems at home and her friend had mentioned masturbation. Pricilla had thought about that kind of stuff, but she thought it was dirty...