Some progress

Matt sat in the back seat of Mrs. Hartman's SUV, dragged his homework from his backpack and took out his own trig book. "Did you get everything Ms. Chadra said today?" he asked.

In some ways it would have been easier if he'd had trig the same period as Amy and Karen. But that also would have interfered with is time with Debby and Wendy so he figured it was all good.

Amy's skirt rode up as she scrunched toward him, showing a lot of tanned legs. If he could persuade her to put a bag on her head, he certainly wouldn't mind those long legs wrapping around his ears. "I sort of didn't pay attention. I was talking with Karen."

Great.

"But I knew you'd be able to help me."

"I'll be able to help you more if you pay attention in class. That way we can work on the tricky things rather than just review the whole course."

"Wow, are you going to lecture me like my dad does?"

Matt realized he had something to learn about being a tutor. Which he figured he could turn to his advantage. "It's just, I'm new at being a tutor," he said. "If you do super-well, it'll be good for you and it'll look great for me. If you don't do so well, it'll be like I'm a bad tutor."

She made a face. "You're a good tutor, Matt. So, I'll try to pay more attention. So, tell me about sin waves."

"It's pronounced 'sine'," he said. "But you're right, it looks like sin. And the waves look a little like sin also, the way they go up and down in a steady pattern. Sort of like..." he trailed off. No way could he continue that thought.

"Like what, Matt?"

Oh, hell. He leaned close to Amy and whispered into her ear. "Like sex."

"Oh." She turned and hit him, lightly, in the thigh. "If I'd known you were a bad boy, I'm sure I wouldn't have asked my mom to hire you."