She must have stood too close.
The eager teacher stays with the girl (15; actually a young woman then) after hours (explaining some sophisticated mathematical stuff, I bet; like, say, that one and one can still be one*), shows her how to move her hand (on the fret), then takes her to Bordeaux and no doubt introduces her to some full-bodied heady stuff. All the time, I bet, it is she who is in full control, having him wrapped around her finger (when he’s not wrapped around the rest of her). So what is all the fuss about??
In the good old days, he'd bring back from Bordeaux a bottle – OK, maybe a crate - of decent claret to appease the dad, do the honourable thing and the matter would be closed, or rather started properly. (A bonus for the society would be that the girl wouldn’t have to waste another few years being molested by a useless educational system).
PS Great... I’ve just remembered I’m going to teach soon a bunch of Spanish and, well, French teenagers of both sexes. I may be an bald elderly teacher, and know only three and a half cords (my Am is quite good, though; and I can do a decent introduction to Bodreaux), but now half the fun (easy – of teaching) has already gone. Acually I feel as good as paralysed now.
PS2 Bugger! [a message to Langley and Bletchley Park:] Don't do anything supid, guys; like, out of boredom, contacting the school I'm going to teach for. I, and a few creditors, badly need the money! Besides, you must know enough about me that you realise I wouldn't do anything unhonourable... OK.. if you know so much, let me try a different approach: you know I'd do the honourable thing.
*speaking of them being one: a news item has just reached me via radio - after the conviction, the student-prone teacher turned to her and said the magical words; she mouthed back: 'I'm sorry'. So what now, you killjoys? Can you jail that?
PS2 Bugger! [a message to Langley and Bletchley Park:] Don't do anything supid, guys; like, out of boredom, contacting the school I'm going to teach for. I, and a few creditors, badly need the money! Besides, you must know enough about me that you realise I wouldn't do anything unhonourable... OK.. if you know so much, let me try a different approach: you know I'd do the honourable thing.
*speaking of them being one: a news item has just reached me via radio - after the conviction, the student-prone teacher turned to her and said the magical words; she mouthed back: 'I'm sorry'. So what now, you killjoys? Can you jail that?
