I nervously stopped at the front door of Steve's house. I had been there before but this was different. Steve's mom was going to tutor me in math. I look at my reflection in the outer screen door. My dark brown hair was mussed up due to the windy day. I was wearing blue shorts and a blue tee shirt.
I had brought some paper and my math book from the local college. I opened the screen door and knocked. I had met Ms. Carlson before and she was definitely good looking. Steve was a good friend and I could not let him that I has fantasized about his mom.
I kept telling myself "think about math, think about math, think about math". Ms. Carlson opened the door wearing a black dress and a white cardigan. I gulped and said " Hi, Ms. Carlson."
