Longing for the Tutor's Embrace
Read the storyWrite a summary of this story: Venice Uncensored • 906ms I'd be happy to help, but it looks like you didn't provide a story for me to summarize. Could you please provide the text of the story you'd like me to summarize? I’ve just finished another lesson with my private tutor. As he leaves my house I close the door behind him and sigh with longing. My name’s Chris and I’m 18 years old. I’ve recently finished high school and before starting university (in which I’ve already earned my place) my family insisted that I take extra lessons to make sure that I don’t get rusty in the few months leading up to the start of the semester. Like my older brother, I’m going to study mathematics, a tricky subject, but one I’ve always been good at. I said my brother should just give me lessons, since I didn’t even want them and knew he’d let me slack off, but my mom saw through that plan and wanted someone who would take it seriously. I’ve never been so glad about anything in my life. Jack, my tutor, is a friend of my brother’s from their time at university. My brother went into accounting but Jack, now 23, has spent the last year working as a private tutor for a prestigious tutoring company, with the hopes of one day going independent as there’s a lot of money to be made from it, and he seems to have a real passion for it. I don’t care much about Jack’s passion for tutoring, I care about Jack’s stunning good-looks. He’s tall, I’d guess 6 feet or just slightly taller, with broad shoul