Jennifer licked her lips as she looked at the porn she was drawing. Doing her best to scratch that itch on her amazon sized pubic hair with her middle finger. While drawing more porn with the same hand which she used to eat cheese puffs with. The dust particles sometimes getting stuck on the pubic hair as Jennifer was too busy using her other hand to type messages to her client or drink the soda. Both of her hands were busy as she accidentally spilled some soda on her chest.
*knock, knock, knock*
The basement door was suddenly opened Jennifer's gooner gave.
"Sweety~! Your personal tutor is here for you!" Jennifer's mother shouted from the top of the stairs.
"Huh? My what now?" Jennifer shook her head as she wiped her cheese puff dust hand.
Jennifer's porn dazed face couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had a personal tutor. For what grade and what for? She had to see this as she put her T-shirt and lifted her baggy fem juice filled baggy pants. This had to be a prank there was no way her mom got her a tutor. She finished the soda and quickly hopped the stairs to the first floor.
"Say hi to Mr. Williams. He's here to tutor you so you can get your eight grade studies finished." Jennifer's mom presented the man to her.
"Eight grade? Mom I'm dropout." Jennifer protested.
"Shush! Don't be so pessimistic. Let Mr. Williams help you." Jennifer's mom commanded her daughter.
What the heck was going on in here? How was this possible? Was the curse bending it's own rules to force her to be in school or was it because of her previous efforts that she basically forced to be educated no matter what. Jennifer had no idea what was going on as Mr. Williams sat Jennifer on the living room sofa and begun politely educate Jennifer. This had to be a prank.
"Sir. Can I ask you something?" Jennifer asked from Mr. Williams. "What am I learning here?"
"Uhm. This material is meant for seventh graders who want to apply for eight grade. Technically it can be used educate middle school dropouts who have failed five times but as your mother has paid us a hefty sum of money. We will try our best until you are age twenty one and after that someone will replace me. Isn't it right Mrs Smith?"
"Yes. I paid top dollar for your education. So sweety. Start learning... OR ELSE..." Jennifer's mother looked at Jennifer with the most red eyes as possible.
Jennifer's anxiety went of the roof as she was forced to pick up the book and study. She had left the mr. handy downstairs but it seems that Jennifer's mother was going to take her toys away if she didn't graduate the eight grade. Is her own mother nuts? Didn't she see that Jennifer was lost cause? What was her motive? Nothing made sense anymore.