Date: Sat, 13 Jul 2002 12:46:05 +0100 (BST)
From: AC
Subject: Dilemmas - The Tutor

Any resemblance to real people or actual situations is purely acidental

DILEMMAS 
THE TUTOR


I am a young maths teacher aged 25 who works in an all boys school.  I have
always taken a very professional attitude towards work and consequently my
private life and school are kept strictly separate. I deliberately chose
not to live anywhere near the school because I don't want to meet pupils in
the evenings or at the weekends. At school I'm very careful not to get too
familiar with the boys, so much so that many of them don't think I'm very
approachable.  In my spare time I give private lessons to both girls and
boys but this work is quite separate from my schoolwork and is arranged
through an agency. In order to avoid unnecessary difficulties I refuse to
tutor any of the boys at the school where I teach.

At the moment I am sitting in the front room of my small one bedroom flat
trying to work out the answer to a problem but it is not a maths problem.
It is the kind of dilemma I have tried so hard to avoid.  For almost a week
it has been continually on my mind and I've not been able to concentrate on
a thing. A couple of hours ago I decided that the only thing to do was to
try and clear my mind by writing everything down. That is what I'm doing
now.

I had not been giving private lessons long when I started tutoring a
fourteen-year-old boy called Shawn. His mother had contacted me through an
agency and my first visit to his home was just after Christmas in the year
before he took GCSE. His mother opened the door to me and in our
preliminary discussions she did all the talking. Shawn just sat there. He
was a small boy with a babyish looking face with two blue eyes, a small
nose and fair hair. His voice hadn't broken yet and it was difficult to
believe he was already fourteen. Intellectually, though, he was very bright
and I didn't really think he needed extra lessons but when I suggested that
to his mother she said that Shawn wanted to get an A in his exams and as
there was no father she was prepared to do all she could to help him.

For six months or more lessons were much as I would have anticipated. I
visited Shawn once a week, except during the holidays, and he made such
good progress that, from time to time, we would do more advanced work. At
the end of the school year his mother told me that she wished to continue
with lessons over the summer break but as I was going to the US for an
extended holiday I said that would be impossible. Consequently I didn't see
Shawn for over six weeks.  When I returned in September I was immediately
struck by how much he'd changed. Not only had his voice broken but also he
was also taller and beginning to fill out. One thing remained the same,
though, and that was his attitude to work. He paid attention throughout the
lessons and always did the homework I set. For the next three months things
were much the same as they had been the previous year.

Just before Christmas, Shawn asked me if we could change the time of his
lessons as he'd got a job at the local supermarket stacking the shelves.
This came as no surprise to me as he'd mentioned a number of times that he
wanted to get a part time job because he needed the money. Lessons had
always been on a Thursday evening but now he wanted to see me at ten
Saturday mornings.  As he was such a good student I agreed, even though it
was a little inconvenient,

The first of the Saturday lessons was in the second week of January, just
after the Christmas break. I arrived at Shawn's house promptly at ten.
Shawn himself opened the door and not his mother, which always used to be
the case, and I couldn't help noticing a difference straight away. As it
was Saturday he was wearing a t-shirt and track bottoms rather than school
uniform but it was not just that.  Somehow there was air of confidence
about him, which I had not seen before.  I put it down to growing up and as
soon as we started the lesson I forgot all about it. However I got the same
feeling the following week and I began to sense that he wanted a slightly
different kind of relationship with me. I couldn't explain it at the time
but whenever he spoke to me it was as if he wanted me as a friends and not
just a tutor.

It must have been during the first lesson in February that Shawn's mother
brought in a cup of coffee for me, as she usually did, but then announced
that she was going shopping. As soon as the front door closed Shawn
immediately moved his chair back a bit from the table, so his crotch was
clearly visible, and from time to time he would swing back and start to
scratch his upper leg. It was impossible not to notice what he was doing.
The following week Shawn's behaviour followed a similar pattern except that
instead of scratching his upper leg he started giving himself a squeeze. I
began to wonder what was going on.

His mother didn't go out for the next few weeks and things appeared to go
back to normal. Shawn didn't move his chair, didn't swing back and didn't
scratch himself but he did confirm my suspicions about wanting me to be
more like a friend. At the end of one of the lessons he asked me if he
could call me Mike. I hesitated a bit but agreed as I didn't really think
it would do any harm. I'd been teaching him for quite a time and anyway he
didn't know any of the boys at my school so there wouldn't be any
difficulties there.

On the Saturday before half term I arrived about ten minutes late. Shawn
opened the door and half seriously demanded to know why I was late. He also
mentioned that he was worried that I wouldn't be coming, as the following
week was half term. I laughed and said ' Sorry sir' and we both went into
the dinning room, where as usual his books were laid out ready for the
lesson. We'd hardly sat down at the table though when he turned to me and
said

' By the way my mum's not here so you'll have to make do with my coffee at
half time.'

' I think I'll cope with that' I said

As the lesson preceded it was clear that Shawn wasn't concentrating on the
work. He was making silly mistakes, which was quite unlike him, and was
continually leaning back on his chair and giving him a squeeze. He also
started glancing down at my crotch when he thought I wasn't looking. After
about half an hour of this he got up to make the coffee and as he did so he
quickly turned round so he had his back to me. Even so I couldn't help
noticing a bulge in his track bottoms. At first I thought it was a large
handkerchief or a wallet but when I followed him into the kitchen and
watched him as he made the coffee the bulge had disappeared. We took our
coffee back in to the dinning room and resumed work. The second half of the
lesson was just like the first except that Shawn kept scratching himself so
obviously that he must have wanted me to notice. When I announced the
lesson was at an end he said ' Pity' but again got up quickly. This time he
didn't make such an effort to hide his errection.

I usually go away at Easter but this year I didn't. I must have mentioned
this to Shawn because he asked me if I could give him an extra lesson on
the Thursday before the start of the Summer Term. I told him I didn't think
that would be a problem and arrived at what I thought was the agreed time -
ten o'clock. There was no reply when I rang the bell so I tried a second
time but again there was silence. I was just about to go when the front
door suddenly opened and there was Shawn looking a bit dishevelled.

' Sorry Mike.' He muttered ' I was busy doing things and forgot about the
time'

' Don't worry ' I said ' It happens to us all sometimes.'

As he was closing the door Shawn said ' I want you to help me with some IT
today Mike, if that's alright and do you mind if we have a coffee first? I
haven't had breakfast yet and anyway my mum would kill me if I took drink
anywhere near the computer.'

We went into the kitchen and Shawn started making the coffee. I couldn't
help noticing that he wasn't wearing anything under his track bottoms and
there was a small damp patch clearly visible. At one point I had to look
away quickly as I thought Shawn had caught me looking at him. I didn't want
him to get any ideas. We drank our coffee at the kitchen table and were
talking about school when Shawn suddenly announced that it had been his
birthday two days before and that he was now sixteen.

I muttered something like ' Congratulations' and then, as a joke and
without thinking said ' What are you allowed to do now that you couldn't do
legally when I was here last?

 Shawn grinned all over his face and said ' Have sex'

I gave a kind of uneasy laugh but didn't say anything. Shawn however just
carried on without a hint of embarrassment

' The age of consent for both heterosexual and homosexuals is now sixteen
so I can have sex with whom I want as long as they agree'

' Its not quite as simple as that' I said ' Come on let's get down to
work. Where's your computer?'

' It's in my bedroom. It's a new one. Mum got it for my birthday so I don't
keep on having to use hers.'

We sat side by side at Shawn's desk and he began to explain his problem .
All the time though he kept giving himself a squeeze and try as I might I
couldn't stop myself glancing down at what he was doing. Then quite
suddenly he turned to me and, slightly hesitantly, said

' I hope you don't mind me asking, Mike, but how old were you when you
first had sex?'

This was the last thing I'd expected. For a moment I was lost for words and
laughed nervously. Then, hoping to put an end to the matter said jokingly

 ' I cant remember now. It much too long ago.'

'It can't be that long ago you're only about twenty five aren't you?'

'Yes' I said ' Come on. Let's get on with our work.'

We both turned to face the screen again but after about another five
minutes Shawn interrupted work again

'I need a piss.' He said 'Won't be long'

He stood up, turned his back to me and made for the door but even though he
moved quite quickly it was obvious he had an enormous tent in his track
bottoms.

As soon as I heard the toilet door close I had a good look round the room.
It was quite tidy except for the bed that hadn't been made and a pair of
boxers screwed up on the floor. I had never had any fantasies about Shawn
and he had never featured in any of my dreams but now I could feel a change
coming over me. I kept telling myself I shouldn't but I couldn't stop
myself. I got up, went over to the boxers and picked them up. The front of
them was covered in dry cum and there was a small damp patch. I then
realised what Shawn meant when he said he was busy doing things and it
occurred to me that when I said 'it happens to us all sometimes' he took my
words as an invitation to talk about sex. I threw the boxers back on the
floor and as I sat down a picture of him laying on the bed masturbating
flashed across my mind. I was now tempted to go outside and listen at the
toilet door to see if I could discover whether he was finishing off what I
had interrupted earlier but I managed to control myself. When he eventually
came back into the room the tent in his track bottoms had disappeared and
we got back to work without any more problems.

For the remaining half dozen or so lessons I had with Shawn his mother was
at home for the whole of the time and things were completely normal. He
stopped swinging back on the chair and as far as I could see didn't feel
himself. He made no more attempts to cross-question me about my private
life The last lesson was at the end of May and after we'd finished I told
him I would ring him up to see how he got on but as I was going to be away
for the whole of the six weeks holiday I asked him to e-mail me his
results. He took down my e-mail address and I said good-bye, wishing him
the best of luck in his exams.

During the holidays I forgot all about Shawn but when I got back home and
checked my e-mail there was a message from him saying that he had got the A
he wanted and asking me to give his mother a ring.  I did so straight away.
She asked me if I could go round there the following Saturday morning as
Shawn wanted to see me and anyway they had a little something for me. I'm
always embarrassed when this sort of thing happens but I agreed and
promptly at ten was standing at the front door of Shawn's house.

Shawn opened the door to me and we went straight into the sitting room
where his mother was waiting. She gave a little speech and presented me
with a large bottle of expensive champagne before going into the kitchen to
make some coffee. I was left alone with Shawn and almost at once he started
to enquire about my holidays. I didn't say too much and tried to change the
subject by asking him about school. As soon as his mother returned with the
coffee the questioning stopped and the three of us chatted for about
another fifteen minutes before I stood up saying I had to go, as I had to
give a lesson just before lunch. Both Shawn and his mother came to the door
to say goodbye and both shook me by the hand before I finally left. I
thought that would be the last I'd see of Shawn.

The start of the new term was a particularly busy time for me. I had a
couple of new students to tutor and a lot of preparation to do at school.
Shawn didn't cross my mind once. Then about three weeks into the term I got
back home from shopping at about six o'clock one Saturday. I parked right
outside my basement flat and had only just started unloading the car when I
suddenly heard a familiar voice behind me. I turned round quickly. It was
Shawn. My guard was down and I just stared at him. Shawn spoke first.

'Want some help?'

'What are you doing here?' I said in amazement

'Oh.... I've just been visiting a mate who lives down the road.  I just saw
you drive up and thought you might like a hand'

'Well.........since you're here... yes...thanks'

We took the shopping down the steps which led to my flat and left it
outside the front door until we had finished unloading the car. Neither of
us said much while this was going on but all the time I was trying to make
up my mind whether to ask Shawn in. Part of me said I shouldn't, part of me
said it would be rude not to. I paused for a moment before putting my key
in the lock, then turned to Shawn and said' Fancy a coffee?' He looked at
me, smiled and nodded. I led the way to the kitchen where I suggested he
make the coffee while I put the shopping away. Shawn agreed and we both got
on with our jobs in virtual silence. When we eventually got into the
sitting room with our drinks Shawn started to talk. First of all he wanted
to know what school was like and whether I was tutoring any good students.
He then started to quiz me about my holidays again, just as he had done the
last time I had seen him but this time he started to ask me if I'd met any
interesting people and where I'd met them.

As you've probably already guessed my holidays are not spent visiting the
sights but cruising for sex. During term time I am almost celibate but
during the holidays my visits to the US and Europe are nothing but sex, sex
and more sex. Naturally I couldn't tell Shawn all this and so I came out
with some general comments which were quite meaningless.  Shawn realised
that I was trying to avoid giving straight answers because he suddenly
grinned at me and said

' By the way Mike you didn't tell me how old you were when you first had
sex. Come on you can tell me now I'm not your student any more.'

Now I couldn't tell him the truth about that either. The first time I had
sex was when I'd given a blowjob to a prefect at the boarding school I went
to. I was only fourteen at the time. The same boy had fucked me twice at
the end of the school year just before he left when I was fifteen.  I had
to think quickly.

' For all you know I've never had sex....' Before I could finish my
sentence the telephone rang. It was my brother who needed some help setting
up his new computer and could I go over there straight away. 'Sorry Shawn'
I said as I put the phone down 'I've got to go but if you need any help
with your Maths you can always give me a ring. I don't mind helping out if
I can' As the words came out of my mouth I was saying to myself that this
was madness and that I should not be encouraging him to come round. Shawn
looked pleased and asked me for my mobile number because he said he would
probably be able to get hold of me more easily on that. We both left the
flat together and I knew that it wouldn't be long before I heard from him
again.

Within a week Shawn was on the phone asking me whether I could help him
with a Maths problem he'd been set at school. I told him that I didn't want
to spoil his social life but the only time I could manage would be seven on
Saturday evening.  All he said was

' Cool. See you then'

When he arrived I took one look at him and a shiver went down my spine - he
looked hot. In order to try and keep myself under some kind of control I
suggested we do the work first and have a drink after. We sat down at the
table and within a couple of minutes I knew that Shawn wasn't having any
difficulties with his maths. He was only using that as an excuse so he
could come round to my place. I didn't say anything though and we continued
work on the problem he'd been set.

While we sat together at the table I was trying to persuade myself that the
best thing to do after we'd finished work, was to tell Shawn that I had to
go over to my brother again so there would only be time for a quick
drink. But I said nothing of the sort and after about ten minutes I sat
back in my chair and said

' Well what would you like to drink?'

 ' Anything alcoholic' came the reply

In the kitchen I showed him my array of beers and lagers'

'Take what you want' I said

Whether it was deliberate I don't know but he grabbed hold of a bottle of
lager I'd brought back from Belgium. Its alcohol content was 8.5o/o.

Up to that point in the evening Shawn hadn't even hinted at anything to do
with sex but I felt sure it wouldn't be long before he did - especially
when he'd got a bit of that lager down him.  I was right. We'd been talking
for no more than about two minutes when he said

'What are you doing tonight then Mike? You got some bird lined up?'

'No' I said ' I'm staying in. What about you? '

' Well yes and no' came the reply.

 I should have left it at that and immediately changed the subject but I
didn't

' It must be yes or no Shawn. Don't you want me to know?.......... Don't
tell me I know who the person is'

' Well it'd be a bit embarrassing if I told you and then didn't score
wouldn't it?'

'So I do know who it is?'  Shawn didn't reply but I was pretty certain the
only person known both to Shawn and to me was his mother.' So I do know
then?' I persisted

'Put it this way Mike if it works out you'll be the first to know. Now can
I have another drink?'

'I don't want you going home fucking pissed out of your mind Shawn' I
laughed. That was the first time I'd ever spoken to Shawn in that kind of
way. It was an admission on my part that we were now friends and that the
tutor-pupil relationship was a thing of the past. My remarks changed the
whole atmosphere. Shawn grinned all over his face and replied

' Don't fucking worry about that Mike. I told my mum I was staying round a
mates for the night so she wont be waiting up for me. Anyway she's found
this new bloke and she's probably being fucked by him right now.'

While Shawn was talking I was looking closely at him. He had stretched his
legs out and had both his hands in his pockets. I knew that if I'd met
somebody like him during one of my trips abroad I would already have made a
move on him. My cock started to get restless and a shiver went down my
spine. Shawn interrupted my thoughts by repeating his question 'Well can I
have another drink you tight bastard?'

I laughed' You can go and get what you want. You know where everything is.'

I knew Shawn would have to take his hands out of his pockets when he stood
up and I wanted to see whether he had a hard on. Sure enough he had, and as
he walked round my chair into the kitchen I took a good look at it and
almost put my hand out and gave his cock a squeeze. A few moments later
Shawn called out to me

' Come here Mike. Can I have some of this? I've never tried it before.'

'What is it'?

' Come here and I'll show you.'

I could see that Shawn was trying to get his own back. He knew I'd seen him
tenting and now he wanted to see whether I was.  I got up and strolled into
the kitchen with my cock stretching down my right leg. Shawn winked at me
and then pointed to a bottle of Port. I got two glasses out of the cupboard
and told him to help himself and pour one for me.

After a couple of glasses of port the alcohol was really loosening both of
us up and Shawn returned to the topic of sex.

' Can I ask you a question Mike?'

 'You've never had any difficulty in asking me things before so what's the
fucking difference this time?' I joked

Shawn, looked at me straight in the eye and, without a hint of
embarrassment, said. 'Have you ever had a blow job?'

 I now wanted to know how far Shawn was prepared to go and I no longer
cared about what I said. My answer was a straight

' Yes'

'What's it like?

'Is that what you are hoping for tonight then?'

'Yeah'

As the word came out of his mouth he gave his cock a big squeeze

' And what will you do if you don't get one?'

' Have a wank I suppose.......  Do you wank Mike?'

'What do you think?'

' Yes... probably three or four times a day' Shawn was grinning all over
his face

'Well that depends on how busy I am but I reckon about twice a day'

'Same as me'

I was now convinced Shawn wanted to go all the way so I decided to take the
initiative.

'Of course if you can't get anybody to give you a blow job you can always
try giving yourself a suck'

A look of amazement came over Shawn's face. It was obvious this was new
territory for him.

'The fucking pervs...have you ever done it?'

' No. I reckon you've got to have a flexible body and a long cock'

'Fuck Mike I want to try it'

'What's stopping you then?'

 'Can't try it now can I?' Shawn gave me a hopeful look.

'Why not?'

'Do you mean that Mike ? Can I go into your bedroom right now and see
whether I can do it?'

'Go ahead but get a towel from the bathroom and put it on the bed. I don't
want a mess'

Shawn shot off to get the towel. While he was in the bathroom I moved my
chair so that if he didn't close the bedroom door I would get a good view
of what he was doing.

Shawn did what I expected and left the bedroom door wide open. As he took
his shoes off, then his top and finally his track bottoms and boxers I
watched him intently. He had a beautiful slim body and his uncut cock
stretched straight out in front of him. Just before he got on the bed he
looked through the door at me, grinned and said ' Here goes'.  I couldn't
believe what I was seeing and I nearly came in my trousers with the
excitement. I don't think he was really trying very hard and he wasn't a
success. He soon gave up and lay on the bed with his knees up in the
air. Then he yelled out

 'Come on Mike give us a hand will you?'

I laughed, got up and made for the bedroom.

' Where do you want my hand then?'

'You know where, you bastard.  On my cock.'

I sat down on the side of the bed, stretched my left hand across and
lightly gripped the tip of his meat before moving the foreskin up and down

' Thanks Mike' Shawn whispered and closed his eyes.

I took my time, as I didn't want him to cum too soon. Every now and again I
would stop and watch his cock throbbing and look at the contentment on his
face.

After a bit he opened his eyes and said 'Can I have a feel of yours?'

I just smiled, stood up and quickly took every bit of clothing off before
going and standing by the edge of the bed. Shawn rolled over onto his side
and gripped hold of my cock and began to wank me slowly.

 It wasn't long before we were both on the bed lying side-by-side wanking
each other. Then suddenly and almost without thinking I rolled over gripped
hold of his head and began to give him a passionate kiss. Shawn responded
and soon our tongues were playing with each other. I pulled him on top of
me and began to stroke his back. As I did so I could feel his cock against
my stomach. I knew he would cum soon so with our mouths still locked
together I pushed his body away very slightly and gripped his cock. Soon
the whole of his body tightened up and his cock began to stretch that extra
fraction of an inch as white cum spurted all over my hand and body. Shawn
fell back on the bed. I immediately got astride him and started to rub my
own cock as hard as I could until his face was covered with my cum. We
looked at each other for a while before he whispered for the second time
that evening

'Thanks Mike'

We remained together on the bed for about ten minutes, after which I got
up, put my boxers on, and went into the kitchen. I got a pizza out of the
freezer and put it in the oven. The meal was almost ready when Shawn
suddenly appeared in the doorway. He had nothing on and his beautiful cock
was dangling down in front of him. A towel was wrapped round his neck.

' Can I stay the night Mike?' was all he said.  I nodded and he came and
sat down at the table.

 After the meal we sent into the sitting room and I put a video on. It was
one of those science fiction films that I usually like but it was obvious
that neither of us was really interested and before long I glanced in his
direction and said

'You haven't got what you came for have you, yet?'

He grinned and said ' Can I have it now?'

 

Shawn flung himself on the bed and I flung myself on top of him. We were
soon in another passionate kiss but as much as I loved having his tongue in
my mouth what I wanted now was his cock. I disentangled myself from his
embrace and gradually let my tongue slither down his body, stopping every
so often to allow my lips to do some of the work.  Shawn began to moan
softly and his cock started to bob up and down waiting for my mouth to
arrive. When it did he let out a loud ' Ooooooooooooh'

The prefect at school had taught me how to play with a guy's cock so as to
give the maximum pleasure and I was a good student.  Now I made good use of
all the skills I'd learnt. Shawn had spread his legs out to give me easy
access so I gripped hold of his balls and enveloped his cock with my
mouth. This really got him going and I could hear a low moaning sound,
which was almost continuous. Whenever I glanced sideways to look at his
face I saw a young boy in ecstasy, enjoying the first blowjob of his life.

 In some ways it is difficult to believe this was the first time Shawn had
had sex with anyone. He knew how to respond almost instinctively. He thrust
his hips up and then relaxed in such a way as to give both of us the
maximum pleasure. The point at which he reached a climax I shall never
forget. He slightly raised his hips and yelled out almost uncontrollably

'Aaaah...aaaaah.............aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah' as his cum pumped into my
mouth. He then subsided onto the bed looked at me and for the third time
that evening murmured

'Thanks Mike'

We drifted into sleep and I was woken in the early hours of the morning
with Shawn's hand on my cock. As our eyes met he said quietly

' I haven't done much for you yet Mike'

' Would you like to try something different then? ' I whispered as an
almost overpowering desire to fuck him came over me.

Shawn knew what I had in mind because he replied

' Not just yet Mike but can I give your a suck?'

He didn't wait for a reply but leant over and took my cock in his mouth. I
didn't last long but that didn't matter. The feeling I got when Shawn's
tongue licked the head of my cock just sent me wild.

The following morning we woke at eight and Shawn said that he had better
get home but could he come back again that afternoon at about five. I
agreed. I had two lessons Sunday afternoon and I just about managed to put
Shawn out of my mind while I was teaching. On the way home though I
couldn't stop thinking about what I wanted to do with him. I am a very
careful person and always practise safe sex. Not only that when I get back
from holiday I go round to see a doctor friend of mine who arranges for me
to have a test just in case something has gone wrong. The results of my
most recent test had come back during the week. I knew that I was in the
clear. I knew that it would safe for me to fuck Shawn bareback.

 

I arrived back at my flat just before five. Shawn was already there
carrying some books. I looked at them with a quizzical look. He laughed.

' I told my mum that I was coming round to see you to get some help. ' Then
he started to laugh. 'She doesn't know what kind of help though. '

I didn't want to force Shawn into doing anything he didn't want to so I'd
decided not to mention anything about fucking him but as soon as we got
inside the flat Shawn put his books on the table and turned to me with a
smile all over his face

' You know what you said last night about something new?' I just looked at
him ' Well I know you really want to fuck me so that'll be cool'

I didn't know what to say. My body began to shake with uncontrollable
excitement . I grabbed hold of Shawn and almost dragged him into the
bedroom and in a wild frenzy we began to undress each other. By the time we
were both naked we'd calmed down a little and Shawn lay back on the bed,
lifted is knees and waited for me as I got on top of him. I took things
very slowly and very gently - I didn't want to hurt him. When my cock
finally got completely inside I couldn't believe it. I was fucking Shawn,
the hottest boy I'd seen for years, bareback. I lent forward and gave him a
gentle kiss as I slowly very slowly began to move my cock in and out of his
hole. Gradually I began to quicken the pace and Shawn began to moan. He
then gripped hold of me and pulled me close to him and I could feel the tip
of his cock against my body

 That was the best sex I think I've ever had. When the explosion came it
was almost simultaneous and we both lost control completely. I fell back
onto the bed and we lay in each other arms for about ten minutes. The
silence wasn't broken until Shawn said, in almost a whisper, that he
thought he ought to be going. He then added 'Can I have a shower first I
don't want my mum to smell stale cum' We both roared with laughter.

Shawn had collected up the books he had brought with him and was ready to
go. We agreed that he would come round the following Friday at about eight
and if he wanted to he could stay the night. Then just as I was about to
let him out he turned to me, looked me straight in the eye and said

' I want to ask you a question Mike but I don't want an answer now.  I
don't want you to even hint at what you might say. Tell me next Friday' He
then paused ' Can I come and live with you?'

With that he turned round opened the front door, ran up the steps and was
gone.

That is my problem. In a moment the front door bell will ring and Shawn
will be standing in front of me hoping for an answer. My heart tells me one
thing, my head another and I don't know what to do.