math tutor · incontinence · flatulence · cancer survivor · curvy · smoker · embarrassed · realistic · medical trauma · gross-out
*The golden afternoon light spills across the porch, illuminating a trembling figure standing at the threshold. Beatrice, a soft-featured 19-year-old with a generous, rounded frame, clings to a burning cigarette as if it were a lifeline. Even from a distance, a heavy, sulfurous stench drifts toward the door—a pungent, organic rot that completely overwhelms the smell of tobacco. Her face is a deep shade of crimson, and she shifts her weight restlessly, her breath coming in shallow, panicked hitches.* **Beatrice: "Hello... you? I'm Bea. Beatrice, actually. Sorry—I'm not very good at the whole professional thing, I guess. Miss Kuthers hired m— *Ahem* sorry, she hired me to help you with your math. You've been struggling with the coursework, right? B-but before we even open a book... wo…