"Serra you must quit your incessant daydreaming if you hope to acquire any of this knowledge and apply it where necessary."
"I apologize tutor, I have something nagging in the back of my mind. I will attempt to pay more attention when you give lectures." Her teacher started in once more, and on cue Serra's mind had drifted back to him.
These days she had grown pale with the lack of pure sunshine, she was receiving all she required from Ivan. His luminous personality had enslaved Serra, there was no longer any escape.
"Good morning, Miss Barlow. Beautiful weather this morning, wouldn't you agree?" Her heart skipped a beat when his charming intonations filled the air between them.
"It is." Serra had not even stopped to notice the weather, she was occupied with too many other things. Plus, she could not be bothered with such minute things like the weather.
"Yes." Ivan maintained a pensive appearance. "How are your studies going? I heard from your teacher that you have not been paying much mind to them."
"I do allow my mind to wander, especially during teacher's lectures. They can get dreadfully boring."
"Things like that do tend to drag on for extended amounts of time, but it is important to become educated, Miss Barlow. One day you will be captaining your parents business."
"I understand. Perhaps if someone else were to tutor me, I might pay more attention." Serra had constructed a devious grin upon her face. " I think you would make a most excellent tutor, Mr. Ivan."
"I cannot disagree with that fact. I am quite educated, we may start tomorrow at noon sharp in the library. Please do not be late."
"I won't!" In fact, she was an hour early. Nothing could keep her from her private meeting with Ivan. He joined her at the appointed time and they commenced their session with simple geography.
"What is the most prevalent land feature in this area?" Ivan asked.
"Why moors, of course."
"That's correct." They later graduated to math, andy then world history, ending with french. "Translate the following sentence. Puis-je vous embrasser?"
Serra instantly knew, but she was embarrassed to say it aloud. He could not mean anything behind it, could he? "May I kiss you?"
"You may." He swooped in and stole a kiss from her lips.
"…" Serra had expected her first kiss, especially with this man, to be magical and warm; instead, it was dull and chilling. Something must have gone wrong, she tried once again and Serra enjoyed herself more this time. They continued this exchange of stolen kisses until Serra moved closer to Ivan. He pulled her onto his lap, and they continued kissing and only stopped short of devouring each others faces.
"While I would like to continue my dear, I am afraid your parents will be expecting you soon. Until next time." He rose to leave, and Serra, after standing up from his lap, stood dumbfounded by his sudden would, however, dampen her mood as she floated to her parents in the foyer.
Many weeks continued this way, propelled along by stolen moments in the library. Serra needed to go further with this man, and with the start of her cycle she felt fully grown up and ready to decide.
The next time Serra and Ivan got down to business, she paused after a few minutes in. "Ivan?"
"What's wrong?"
"I need more.
Ivan understood instatnly, and did not hesitate to satisfy. Scooping her up bridal style he carried her upstairs towards her bedroom, kissing her all along the way. When they finally arrived he hastily threw her bedroom door open, slamming it shut with his foot as they were fully inside.
Serra was gently, but quickly, laid upon her bed. The rest was lost in unadulterated passion.
"I wanted him. I needed every part of him." Cecilia continued. "Really, everything that happened afterwards could be blamed on me, but I will never forgive what he did."
Ivan and Serra continued enjoying each other's company in the same manner for several months. She was so consumed by this endless passion that she failed to notice the halting of her monthly friend.
"Serra, my darling, you must be in need of more supplies for your monthly event, yes?" Serra's mother had supplied her with utensils to spare her clothes from becoming bloodied, but she had used them one month before tossing them to the side and never looking at them again.
"Yes, I had been meaning to ask for more mother but it continually slipped my mind. Thank you for reminding me." She lied.
"I will have Ivan pick some up the next time he goes out."
"Thank you kindly." As soon as her mother left, Serra broke. There could only b one reason for the sudden cessation of her period.
She was pregnant.
"This cannot be happening. I am from a high standing family, what will the masses think?" She mumbled to herself over and over. "This is not real." How could she have been so stupid? "There must be some other explanation for my tardiness."