Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant

That said, Blanca could not help but imagine what Matthew’s teacher might look like already.

To be the teacher of a young master like Matthew, they had to be exceptional.

Thinking that her parents might have been upstanding characters, Blanca felt a surge of pride and intermingled shame, growing dubious about why her parents had abandoned her.

Why didn’t they want her back then?

That night, Blanca didn’t need to stay in motels anymore, and went back to Matthew’s private residence – a white two-story little mansion.

Blanca took an excited tour of the place and stood before the giant bathroom door, babbling at Matthew, “Can I use this bathroom?”

Matthew nodded. “Sure, but you have to clean up after yourself.”

“All right, then I’m going to take a bath!”

Blanca was leaping with excitement as she took her own toiletries and squirreled in. Locking the door, she studied how the jacuzzi worked, then took a comfortable soak.

time Blanca felt from the bottom of her heart that it was great she’d

the slums as a child, the water and electricity went

women on TV, sitting in their giant bathtubs, soaking in comfort, and

was to have a large house, and to have a bubble

her dream

soaked. She felt someone slapping her face faintly and opened her

her impatiently. “I thought you’d

and stood bolt upright

that, at a time like this, the only way to hide her body

and gave a serious comment, “Nice figure. Chest is a bit small,

down in the bathtub, splashing Matthew with

the droplets of water off his face and suddenly wanted to tease her some more. He kept his voice mild as he said, “What part of you have I not seen already? Have you forgotten last

ears, too embarrassed to hear

left, Blanca didn’t have the mood to stay in the bath. She toweled