Who knew she would be such a 'hands on' kind of teacher? Certainly not me. Not after the way she stiffens at my hugs or wards off Tony's many advances with her death glare.
And yet here she is; touching me, guiding me with a gentle strength. She presses close into me, certainly closer than any of my hugs would dare bring her. Even when she backs off slightly she leaves one arm wrapped snugly around my waist.
I'm not sure what this all means, but I do know one thing: I definitely should have accepted her help sooner!