Debbie is not a great driver

Debbie, the brunette from his Trig class, drove a late model Toyota. The way she drove, he suspected she'd always have to have late model cars because they just wouldn't last long.

"So, how do you like Ms. Chadra?" Debbie stared at him as she asked the question which made him think his answer was significant. It also made him think she wasn't watching the road. Considering how she'd just missed hitting a tree while she had been watching the road, that wasn't reassuring.

"Uh, she is better than the Trig teacher I had at Aaron Burr."

Debbie laughed. "That's all you have to say about her?"

Matt wasn't sure where this was going. Was he supposed to comment on Ms. Chadra's tits?

He decided to play it dumb. "Even though she has an accent, it's easy to understand her. And those Indian clothes she wears look like they're pretty cool... for teacher clothes at least."

Back at Aaron Burr, students were required to wear uniforms. On the Hill, that wasn't the case. And slinky shorts, barely there halters and ultra-tight pants seemed to be the norm for the female students but the female teachers, from what he'd seen, all wore baggy pants and tops.

Debbie shook her head. "Yeah, I guess."

Well, if she wasn't going to bring up Ms. Chadra's tits, Matt wasn't either. That direction definitely seemed like a lose-lose.

"You want to come in and study for a while," he asked when she turned onto the private road that led to the crappy apartment his parents had rented behind some rich family's mansion.

She pulled into the driveway and he gestured for her to continue to the back.

"You live in a garage?"

"It's not a garage, it's a back house. It used to be servant quarters but now it's a rental."

"I'll take a pass on the study session. That thing looks like it'd fall down if someone breathed on it wrong."

"Yeah, maybe. Thanks for the ride."

"Yeah, see you at school."