There was a chill in the air and inside it was even frosty. Malcolm groaned inwardly the tutor groaned aloud telling him it was way not good enough and he must put more effort into his research. She continued to drone on waxing lyrical about her chosen subject for the following week and exhorting him to put ten times more effort in. Malcolm stood his ground, unabashed, he always did and that infuriated her. He could tell she fancied him like mad, why else would she keep him so much longer than necessary.
She was up to his little scam. Oh he fancied her she was certain. Always taking two three or even four ‘tries’ with his essays. O K so she had not written this last on the board but why a music tutor would want a life history of a door handle was stretching her to the limit.