First meeting

Mr. Patterson didn't wait for my answer or reaction. He entered the elevator and pressed the parking button. I felt a strange sensation. I said to myself in my mind: What does Judy want to do now? She wants to behave worse than Tommy and Sam. I gathered myself and went back inside the house

I tried to concentrate and went back home. Judy was still standing in the middle of the hall. Mr. Patterson was right. Judy's face was nothing compared to a few minutes ago! I remembered horror and demonic movies! Movies where, for example, a demon or a goblin infiltrates a character. A character who appears to be an innocent creature but sometimes is controlled by that demon or goblin and becomes extremely scary! I sat down on the couch and said to Judy: Can't you hear me?

Judy's gaze was full of confidence. It was as if she knew that her father had warned me about her behavior and that I was influenced by those warnings. She sat down opposite me.

Judy suddenly started laughing out loud! I couldn't even guess what she was laughing at. After a few moments, she stopped laughing and said that her height and build were like volleyball and basketball players.

Of course, you look more like three porn stars, those porn stars who are fucked by five men at the same time with thick and long dicks.

I couldn't believe that an eighteen-year-old girl could be so shameless and sexually humiliate her opponent with her sentences. I tried to keep my tone indifferent, I couldn't treat her like Tommy at the first meeting, after all, she was a girl. I said: You guessed it right. Those are young athletic men.

Judy said: What kind of teacher are you who, in front of the students, talk about your dreams of getting fucked?

I said you could call your dad and tell him my teacher is talking sexy to me and that's why you don't want to be my teacher.

Judy's silence and pause proved to me that she definitely didn't expect this kind of reaction from me. I had a good guess that she would never ask her dad to fire her teacher. She wanted to do something to her teacher that would get her fired. Maybe that was one of her hobbies. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Anyway, you're lucky you can have sex with five men at the same time, that's a girl's fantasy."

Without pausing, I said, "Do you have a fantasy too?"

Judy fell silent again. She stared at me, clearly analyzing me, looking for a new way to annoy me. I felt her **** a grin.

So, are we going to talk about sex at all? What are you, anyway? A teacher or a nurse?

I said, "Well, I'm a nurse. I'm going to take care of you during this month that your father isn't here, and of course, I'll make sure you come to your senses, study, and find a purpose for your life."

There was no more mischief in Judy's eyes. Her face looked like the moment she left her room with her father. Her tone became serious and she said, "My father thinks that happiness lies in studying. I'm a sucker for every single job and future that my father has imagined for me."

I said, "I don't judge your father's thoughts. Although, based on the conversation I had with him a few hours ago, I don't think he's just worried about your academic future. But let's assume that your father is exactly who you say he is. In that case, I'll give you the right. Your father and no other person in this world have the right to decide for you. The people around you can only suggest things to you, but you are the final decision maker. I'm not here to tell you to study to get a job or do whatever you don't like. I'm here to tell you that in today's world you have the right to be anything, even a prostitute if you like. But don't forget that an educated and well-educated prostitute is better than an uneducated prostitute. The future is in your hands, Judy. It is your absolute right to decide your future, but whatever future you want to create for yourself, if you don't have the education and expertise, society will not treat you like a seventeen-year-old girl whose mother set herself on fire when she was nine. In the future, society will face an uneducated, stupid, unskilled woman and treat you for who you are.

Judy's eyes widened in surprise, I even felt that she was angry. She wanted to answer me, but I didn't let her, and I said in a firm tone: "You can always remain the same rebellious girl that you are. A rebellious girl that even a woman like me is stressed in front of. But from a certain point on, without education and expertise, you no longer have a place in society where you can rebel for them to hold you accountable. .

Judy was definitely confused. I had managed to have a reaction to her that she had never experienced before. I knew I had taken a big risk. Especially since I had talked about her mother's ****, contrary to my promise. Judy stared at me with her red eyes for a few minutes. She didn't answer. She went to the kitchen. She took a bottle of water and went into her room and closed the door tightly, and a few moments later, loud music came out of her room.

I sat on the couch for half an hour. It was half past six in the evening. I could have stayed another hour. I went into the kitchen. It was clear that there had been no cooking in this kitchen for a long time, and from the boxes of food on the dining table, it was clear that they had ordered food from a restaurant. I took a bottle of water from the refrigerator. . A few moments later, Judy came out of the room. Her eyes were still red. She said to me in a nervous tone, "Are you so stupid that you don't understand that I can't tolerate the bad weather for today at least?" I said, "Okay, no problem, your father is going on a trip tomorrow, so I'll pack my things and come here." Judy said, "You don't need to remind me anymore that I have to put up with you in this house for a month."