When I was in high school, I had an affair with my tutor. I was 18 at the time, and she was in her 40's and separated from her husband. Kirsten had been my tutor for two years at the time, and we had grown very comfortable with each other. We were productive during our tutoring sessions, and usually finished up before the 1.5 hours allotted. As a consequences, we chatted and gossiped a lot about girls at school, her other students, and life in general. We could bullshit with each other for hours, and I really began treating her as a friend. I would text and call her when I was bored or needed advice on non-academic matters in my life. She heard about the girls I dated, and occasionally I would pry into her personal life as well. She wasn't officially divorced from her husband, but he lived in another country and she wasn't dating anyone.