Grammar aside, Jacob was brilliant.

That’s how he ended up with his engineering scholarship. He was a smart young man, but sometimes the simple nuances of drink, drank, drunk were beyond him. That’s why I’d been helping him with his English papers since he’d started his sophomore year at the local university.

I’d been a teacher until I’d started my own business, but I still tutored on the side when I could. It was nice money and kept me busy. I had a lot of time on my hands, being a divorcée.

Jacob was my favorite student, and I was itching to get into his pants. I’d had my share of local boy toys since ditching my husband. Young men appreciating an experienced woman is no myth, I’d found out. But Jacob was special, and I wanted him.

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