Before I can speak he grabs me by my tank-top and pulls me into his loft.

“You’re late, boy”.

“Uh, well, you know, traffic and all”, I say. Man, this dude is serious about his algebra!

“That’s not going to happen again” he says, all deep. Crap, this dude means business!

“I’m going to have to teach you how to be on time; and you will address me as ‘Sir’.

Damn! This muscled freak is totally strung out or some crap! Seeing how he has me by my fabric and his arms are bigger than my totally awesome thighs, I decide to play cool.

“Yes sir”.

“That’s better”.

“Um…..I’m ready for my lesson, you know…..sir”, I say.

He’s all like “No, you don’t know anything. You will do as I say, when I say, until I am satisfied”

I’m all like “whatever”.

Suddenly this gorilla spins me around and tosses me on this sofa. Damn, I hit those cushions and he’s all like “stay there until I dress……..and strip down, bitch”.

Strip? Bitch? This is totally not right. What does he think I am, his slave or something? My dad is paying for this lesson so that totally makes me in charge, or something. Before he walks back to his bedroom or wherever, he turns around and says to me “I expect you to be naked when I get back….and don’t bother trying the door; it locks from the inside and I have the key”.

What is going on here? This is totally not right! Does this muscle freak expect me to be naked for some lame math lesson? Is this some kind of experimental teaching shit? I am a fully grown, nineteen-year old man, dawg, and I am not into this “tutoring” shit. This is totally not fair! I know my rights! I wish Hal was here. He’s going to be some big-ass lawyer or some shit. Well, that’s what he says or something. I forget. He would totally back me up with this hulk dude.

“OK, be cool” I think to myself. I look around ‘muscle-man’s’ apartment for the first time: There’s concrete floors everywhere you look. There’s a high ceiling with some kind of industrial lights turned down low. Other that the leather sofa the hairy ape tossed me in, there’s not a lot of furniture around. Above me I see some kind of a second level, or something. Well, anyway, there are stairs leading up to some kind of a platform with a railing. In front of me there’s a row of windows and a door leading to a balcony that looks out over Pecan Street. I can just see the lights of my dorm blinking in the distance. Shit, I wish I was there instead of here with this math-master dude. This is totally not fair.

“I thought I told you to strip”

Damn, Godzilla is back and he is mad! For once, I am like, totally speechless. He is totally bare except for some black straps crossing his chest with some silver studs, or something, running down each side. He has taken off those painted-on jeans and traded them in for some painted-on black leather pants, or something. They look