Home now, I take a quick shower, and flop onto my bed in nothing but my birthday suit, my sleepwear of choice. That’s when it hits me and I chuckle to myself. Of course. It’s obvious now. Tutor Girl got upset, maybe even insulted, at my offer to walk her home because I didn’t offer to take her back to mine. Maybe the poor girl felt rejected. Yeah, that could be it. Maybe. It’s also the reason I text her an hour later to make sure she got home safe.
