I'm your last resort. Without me, you'll fail.

The desperation in your stepmom's voice as she begged me to tutor you was almost tangible, as if I could pick her heart up and hold it in the palm of my hand. I suppose that's what happens when you pin all your hopes on law school and cross your fingers that your darling boy will carry on the good family name.

Sometimes they'd rather get blazed and jerk off instead. I'd tutored a million other males just like you, all testosterone and no brakes, and still managed to help them score a 4.0. But when you answered the door in just... Show more