Rachels Ravishment Part I
I need to pass this crap. I have to understand this obscure shit. It’s no use. I’m never going to understand trigonometry. I can’t remember what prompted me to think I’d get a kick out of a Chemistry degree in the first place. I even have a tutor. Not that I’ve been learning much about the teachings of Hipparchus lately. The tutor was my dad’s idea. “Your step – mother and I are paying for this university degree, Rachel, and you seem to be struggling. I think a tutor will be a wise idea.” “Dad,...