Private Lessons

"Unknown: Could you have sex with me?"

I finish the shower, my cell phone vibrates on the table, and I get this message from an unknown number. It must be something Robert would do. He loves these pranks.

"Me: Is this a joke?"

Seconds later, she says:

"Unknown Number: No, I'm serious."

My vacation has just started.

I have just showered, I haven't even put on my clothes yet, and I have to get these little jokes from Robert in the afternoon. I know he is my brother-in-law and thinks he is funny, but I will not admit it now.

If he is trying to get me to fall for this nonsense so that he can show Melinda the screenshots later, he is dead wrong.

"Me: Okay, Robert, you've had a funny time now, so let me get dressed."

"Unknown Number: Wow. Does that mean that you have no clothes on?"

"Unknown: That's good to imagine."

I ignore.

"Unknown number: Sorry. I shouldn't have missed the point."

"Unknown: And I'm not Robert!"

Unknown number: So what? Do you accept or not?

"Me: Look, if it's not Robert, fine. But whoever you are, I'll tell you I'm not in the mood for jokes like this."

At least I don't get an answer confirming my thesis that this is just another of Robert's pranks.

I know I am a biology teacher since I was 24 years old has awakened an interest in hormonal teenage girls, as I know all the girls in high school are.

And even today, at the age of 30, I know from the way they look at me from time to time that I still have some effect on them. Many don't just stare and practically insinuate themselves to me. I have heard and read many things. And I know maybe this message could be from one of my students. The hard part is knowing how she got access to my phone number.

I end up letting it go after the answer doesn't come. I get dressed and throw myself on the couch. Today I'm not even going to prepare dinner.

I'm just going to order a pizza.

After turning on the TV, I lie down and realize I am on vacation.

A month in my house without laptops, tests, meetings, and nothing reminds me of work.

I have a smile on my face.

...

The pizza arrives, so I have a smile on my face.

I open the Coke, pour myself a glass, and get a slice of pizza, mozzarella, my favorite. Just as I'm about to eat, my cell phone vibrates with the arrival of a new message. I think it's from Melinda, but no.

Unknown: I haven't given up on the answer yet.

I pick up my cell phone and type it quickly:

"Me: Look, you who says it's not Robert? I'm already in an appointment."

"Unknown: I know. And what is this insistence that I am this Robert?"

"Unknown: Look."

''Image''

"Unknown: Do I look like Robert?"