Go to Tiffany's house

You follow the address for Tiffany's home. After going through three layers of gated security, all of whom seemed to have little interest in you, you finally get to the front of the mansion. And it was a mansion. At least four stories and probably three different wings. This is the kind of home that all your ancestors combined couldn't afford.

You don't even exactly know what Tiffany has in mind here but you decide to walk up. Walking up to the front, you knock and see a old white-haired gentlemen who's dressed in the style of a butler. Seriously, who has a butler?

He looks down at you and says, "Good evening sir, how may I help you today?"

Ok, so Tiffany has a butler. "Yes, sir, I'm here to see Tiffany, I'm her classmate John."

"Yes, sir, I was told to be expecting you. Please enter and wait in the foyer and I'll get the Lady of the House."

You try to interrupt, hoping to avoid any complications. "That's no need to involve her, sir. If I could just see Tiffany, ...."

As he grabs you and leads you in, he continues. "Nonsense, sir, the Lady insists upon meeting you along with the Missus." Dejected and wondering what's going on, you decide you can't turn back now. You enter a giant front room area and the Mayor. Of course, in your memory, the mayor was her husband but here, it seems like she's the one in control. She's an white mid-fourties brunette with elegant features, wearing a smart pantsuit along with pearls, sitting at a table and writing down something quickly.

As you walk in, the butler announces you and she looks up. "Thank you Cyril. Oh hello there, Mr. Doe, I'm Tiffany's mother and I'm here to make sure we're all on the same page here." Same page? She moves a step into the hall and yells up the stairs, "Tiffany, your little friend is here, come on down sweetheart."

As she moves back towards the table, you decide to move along as she continues. "Now, as you know, my little Tiffany here is the seventh generation to be born and raised in this town and well, my husband and I have very high hopes for her, very high hopes, and of course that means that she's going to need to find a good suitor for herself...."

She pauses and looks over at you, "well, let's just say your family isn't the type of family we'd be interested in long-term for our daughter. Nevertheless, children are allowed to have childish wants and as long as she learns to put away childish things, I see no reason why ...."

Just then Tiffany came and you thanked god. She obviously changed and was now wearing a cotton T-shirt that hung loosely off her body and a pair of tight yoga pants that left nothing to your imagination about how sexy her butt looked again. Tiffany decided to interrupt, "Mother, I don't think this is necessary, John is just here as my friend, there's nothing more here."

Her mother raises a finger and shushes her. "Nonsense. Mr. Doe, I'll get to the point. My daughter here fancies you and likes you in a physical way. She'd like to see you but of course we can't have that publicly known of course, so we'd suggest conducting our affairs in our home. Now, I have put here a contract, you are eighteen years old are you not?, that states that you are going to be hired as my daughter's "tutor" to train her in all the things she'll need to know when she's married. In exchange, you'll receive a modest sum on a weekly basis but once the year has ended and she has gone off to college, there shall be no further physical contact so as to prevent any chance of an emotional bond that could lead to ...."

Tiffany interrupts, "MOOOOOM, you're embarrassing me. I don't see why I need ---...."

Her mother continues, "Nonsense dear. These are things you need to learn. When I met your father, I was lucky that I had my "wild phase" and had been thoroughly ravished by men of physical skill and feats who taught me and my body how to handle myself. You're still a virgin dear and in both holes, my, my." You look over and see Tiffany blush. "From what you told me today, Mr. Doe today was the first man who has even seen your intimate areas. That just won't do. When I was courting your father, I knew that I had to make sure that our marriage night would be one that he remembered. You'll be in college soon enough and your peers will be men of class and sophistication. You simply can't be unprepared. Besides, it's not like you use your allowance anyways so why not have a little fun and learn a few things? What do you think my "chief of staff" does for me? I mean, your father is nice and all but it's been years since he really ravished me in a way I deserve ...."

You decide to step in. Looking back and forth between Tiffany and her mother, you state, "Ma'am, I'm willing to sign the contract. Please tell me what's needed."

"Great, here are the terms but first, we must test your abilities to see if you are worthy to teach my daughter."