"OK, if you just give me a minute to pick this stuff up... I'll show you some exercises that you can do with Aimee at home to help her with her reading."
"Take as long as you like," Mr Schuchter smiled as he leaned against her desk, against the t-shirt that she was desperate to put on, but she didn't want to ask him to move.
She could feel his gaze on her as she stored the art supplied in its cupboard and she had a look at him from the corner of her eye. He was not much taller than her, but he had a muscular build. There was some grey in his hair and beard, but they were both neatly trimmed. He was wearing a dark suit with a white shirt and a dark, conservative tie. He was the type of man Carla's mother wanted to see Carla settling down with before too long. She picked up a few books and
