I am in high school in 1st class and I admit doing the bare minimum in terms of work. My parents, finding that I needed to improve my results in French, decided to make me take private lessons. They questioned my French teacher who advised us of one of his former colleagues, now retired, my teacher being retiring at the end of the year. We are in September and the weather is still good. We contacted the private teacher who offered me lessons on Fridays at 7 p.m. The following Friday, I show up to the appointment by bike. I put on Bermuda shorts and a T-shirt. A man with salt-and-pepper hair and a mustache greets me. He is also in shorts (rather short) and wears a white tank top and flip-flops. -Enter Laurent. Put your bike in the garden. I'm a little intimidated. The decoration is quite nice. -Come, let's sit in the living room to get to know each other. Did you bring me your report cards from last year? -Yes sir. -You can call me George! Eric told me about you. You had it last year I believe.-yes and this year too. -I see! he said, looking at my report cards. I am hot. Want a lemonade? - Yes, please, George. -for our first appointment, I asked Eric to come. It does not bother you? - No no at all! Moments later the doorbell rang. He's my teacher. He's dressed like my tutor: flip-flops, ultra-short white shorts, and a gold tank top. - Good evening Laurent.-good day sir.-Call me Eric when we're out of school. -move in. Good thing I was looking at last year's bulletins. We talk about progress in this or that French subject. Then Eric leaves us.See you George. Yes around 8:30 p.m., so that we have time to start working.Ok. Kisses This word kisses in their exchanges intrigues me. We get to work on the dining room table. Georges gives me a text to summarize and gives me a method. I hear his phone ringing. I see - I'm curious by nature - that it's Eric who sends him a message. Maybe also that Georges made me see him on purpose. In short. I start to wonder but concentrate. It is a text on homosexual relations. Curious! Reflecting on my duty - yes yes it happens to me - I look at the room. A lot of photos of Georges with men. And one with Eric. I continue my summary and give it to Georges for correction. He gives me ideas for improvement while telling me that the work was “pretty decent” (ah the comments of the teachers on the report cards lol). Then he invites me to have a drink in the living room. Which I gladly accept. He offers me soft drinks or beer. I opt for the very cold beer which feels good. We discuss anything and everything. ...

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