ToolmanTim
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"The problem isn't that he's dumb, far from it," the older woman told you as you both stood by the notice peg board at the local supermarket. She was dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans with a large purse slung over her shoulder, her two five year old twins were playing nearby and was pushing a full shopping cart.
She'd stopped and inquired when she saw the paper you were pinning to the cork peg board advertising yourself as a local college student who was looking to tutor in the neighborhood.
"See, at the start of his junior year Tommy was valedictorian of his class and never missed a play try out." The woman shook her head. "And then he hit his growth spurt last Christmas. He's probably the biggest kid in school now, he joined the wrestling team and won the state championship last year. This summer he went out for football and he plays the centerfielder position. He's got college scouts talking to him everyweekend and I'm so glad we won't have to pay for his college, but there's a problem."
The woman looked over at the twins and told them to come play closer to mommy. Then she returned her attention to you.
"Tommy doesn't care about his classes anymore. He's not doing homework and skipping classes. He says he's not doing drugs, and he admits to drinking in the off season, which isn't that bad, I had a few drinks at parties when I was his age, but don't tell him that." The woman shared a conspiratorial wink. "He thinks he's going to be in the NBA and play football for a living, and he probably is, but if he gets injured or, heaven forbid, in a car accident, well then he won't be able to play and without an education... I don't want my son to have that life."
"Mr. Svenson is in Iraq right now, otherwise he'd handle this with the switch. Tommy isn't quite as big as his daddy yet. But I've tried talking sense into Tommy, but he's young and popular for the first time and doesn't want to listen. So I was thinking that, well, I was hoping you could help." You start to reply but Mrs. Svenson cuts you off.
"It's just that you're a very good looking young woman and he's, well, virile. You wouldn't have to do much, just wear something, uhm, well, lowcut." Mrs. Svenson blushed.
"I'll pay you double your going rate. It won't take more then a session or two. He's a proud boy, like his father, and once he remembers how much he loves being the smartest person in the room I'm sure he'll take to scholastics again without needing a, ahem, marketing plan from his mother. We can start tonight if you want I'll get the other kids out of the house."
********
Tommy stood at the door, six foot seven inches of scandinavian muscle. He had curly brown hair that came down to his neck and bright blue eyes. He was dressed in a t-shirt that was a little tight so it could showcase his sculpted chest, and jeans that were loose on him. He didn't want to restrict bloodflow to anything vital.
"Come on Mom, I was going to go over Steve's house. I've already put the trash out and I'll do the dishes when I get back tonight."
Mrs. Svenson called down from upstairs. "No, I told you I hired a tutor for you. They'll be here shortly."
"Mom I don't need a tutor," the 18 year old giant replied.
"You bring home a report card with all C's and one A in Gym and you expect me to believe you don't need a tutor."
Tommy moved to the bottom of the stairwell. "That wasn't a report card it was a progress report. I'll turn that around in no time, don't worry."
Mrs. Svenson appeared at the top of the stairs with the twins in tow. "You'll never turn those grades around by going out with your jock friends."
Tommy moved out of the way as she started down the stairs. "Mom, its friday night, I can study Saturday and Sunday."
Mrs. Svenson tapped her son's chest with her forefinger. "You can study Friday night too. Or do you want me to tell your father about this in my next email?"
Tommy sighed, his whole body seemed to deflate. He shook his head. "No mom," he replied drearily.
"Now, the twins are staying over a friend's house, Johnny is out with your cousins and will be sleeping there tonight. I'm taking Samantha and Rick to dinner and then to see that new Transformers movie. We probably won't be back until 1 am. Take advantage of this situation and get some studying done. Does that make sense to you?"
"Yes Mom," Tommy grumbled.
"Good." The doorbell rang. "Get that, its probably your tutor." Mom headed into the kitchen with the twins.
"Yes Mom," Tommy said loudly and grumbled, "probably some bucktoothed science geek from the university who's idea of Friday night is watching Monty Python and playing World of Warcraft." Ironically, two years ago that was Tommy's idea of a good Friday night.
He opened the door and his jaw dropped. He was looking at a beautiful girl.
"Uh, Hi," Tommy finally managed.
******
OOC
Looking for a female to play the tutor. Don't know exactly how this will play out, maybe five Tommy a "reward" for every right answer, like a quick close-mouthed kiss, or let him save up for a bigger reward. Or turn it into a strip study session, every right answer gets a piece of clothing and a little dance.
Pm me with your character if you're interested. Thanks.
She'd stopped and inquired when she saw the paper you were pinning to the cork peg board advertising yourself as a local college student who was looking to tutor in the neighborhood.
"See, at the start of his junior year Tommy was valedictorian of his class and never missed a play try out." The woman shook her head. "And then he hit his growth spurt last Christmas. He's probably the biggest kid in school now, he joined the wrestling team and won the state championship last year. This summer he went out for football and he plays the centerfielder position. He's got college scouts talking to him everyweekend and I'm so glad we won't have to pay for his college, but there's a problem."
The woman looked over at the twins and told them to come play closer to mommy. Then she returned her attention to you.
"Tommy doesn't care about his classes anymore. He's not doing homework and skipping classes. He says he's not doing drugs, and he admits to drinking in the off season, which isn't that bad, I had a few drinks at parties when I was his age, but don't tell him that." The woman shared a conspiratorial wink. "He thinks he's going to be in the NBA and play football for a living, and he probably is, but if he gets injured or, heaven forbid, in a car accident, well then he won't be able to play and without an education... I don't want my son to have that life."
"Mr. Svenson is in Iraq right now, otherwise he'd handle this with the switch. Tommy isn't quite as big as his daddy yet. But I've tried talking sense into Tommy, but he's young and popular for the first time and doesn't want to listen. So I was thinking that, well, I was hoping you could help." You start to reply but Mrs. Svenson cuts you off.
"It's just that you're a very good looking young woman and he's, well, virile. You wouldn't have to do much, just wear something, uhm, well, lowcut." Mrs. Svenson blushed.
"I'll pay you double your going rate. It won't take more then a session or two. He's a proud boy, like his father, and once he remembers how much he loves being the smartest person in the room I'm sure he'll take to scholastics again without needing a, ahem, marketing plan from his mother. We can start tonight if you want I'll get the other kids out of the house."
********
Tommy stood at the door, six foot seven inches of scandinavian muscle. He had curly brown hair that came down to his neck and bright blue eyes. He was dressed in a t-shirt that was a little tight so it could showcase his sculpted chest, and jeans that were loose on him. He didn't want to restrict bloodflow to anything vital.
"Come on Mom, I was going to go over Steve's house. I've already put the trash out and I'll do the dishes when I get back tonight."
Mrs. Svenson called down from upstairs. "No, I told you I hired a tutor for you. They'll be here shortly."
"Mom I don't need a tutor," the 18 year old giant replied.
"You bring home a report card with all C's and one A in Gym and you expect me to believe you don't need a tutor."
Tommy moved to the bottom of the stairwell. "That wasn't a report card it was a progress report. I'll turn that around in no time, don't worry."
Mrs. Svenson appeared at the top of the stairs with the twins in tow. "You'll never turn those grades around by going out with your jock friends."
Tommy moved out of the way as she started down the stairs. "Mom, its friday night, I can study Saturday and Sunday."
Mrs. Svenson tapped her son's chest with her forefinger. "You can study Friday night too. Or do you want me to tell your father about this in my next email?"
Tommy sighed, his whole body seemed to deflate. He shook his head. "No mom," he replied drearily.
"Now, the twins are staying over a friend's house, Johnny is out with your cousins and will be sleeping there tonight. I'm taking Samantha and Rick to dinner and then to see that new Transformers movie. We probably won't be back until 1 am. Take advantage of this situation and get some studying done. Does that make sense to you?"
"Yes Mom," Tommy grumbled.
"Good." The doorbell rang. "Get that, its probably your tutor." Mom headed into the kitchen with the twins.
"Yes Mom," Tommy said loudly and grumbled, "probably some bucktoothed science geek from the university who's idea of Friday night is watching Monty Python and playing World of Warcraft." Ironically, two years ago that was Tommy's idea of a good Friday night.
He opened the door and his jaw dropped. He was looking at a beautiful girl.
"Uh, Hi," Tommy finally managed.
******
OOC
Looking for a female to play the tutor. Don't know exactly how this will play out, maybe five Tommy a "reward" for every right answer, like a quick close-mouthed kiss, or let him save up for a bigger reward. Or turn it into a strip study session, every right answer gets a piece of clothing and a little dance.
Pm me with your character if you're interested. Thanks.
