Her fingers found his inside leg, just at the hem of his grey shorts, and pinched him hard. That night there would be a tiny blue bruise. Her touch was cool as her hand moved up under his shorts to where the elastic of his pants met his skin. He scrambled off the stool and stood, flushed. ‘Sit down. You’ll start again!’ Her sternness wiped away what had just happened. It was gone and he already doubted his memory of it.
