<div style="text-align: justify;">Emma was incredibly confused about what was happening there. She had never even touched a boy. At 18, she should have had at least a few experiences with boys, but she hadn't. Her parents were too strict and kept her busy in the house so she wouldn't go around flirting. So, Len was her first close contact with a boy close to her age. And Emma had to admit she had enjoyed it.<br/><br/>His complement, about her having done better in ten minutes than the last girl he had taught had in a month, was bittersweet. She hadn't been praised by much in her life, and hearing that she had done well was nice. Thinking of Len in the arms of another girl wasn't so good. Emma shook her head. She shouldn't be thinking like that. It's not like he was anything other than her therapist. He wasn't attached to her in any way, she had to remember that.<br/><br/>That hug was also nice, she had been needing one. Emma didn't say anything, but she did crack a smile for the first time since setting foot there, her cheeks turning pink when Len said she had some natural talent. "No, I don't", she replied quietly. "You were leading me well, I guess... I don't really... I didn't really know what I was doing".<br/><br/>Despite the modesty, it didn't seem like Emma felt so horrible about herself now. "Thank you anyway", she completed quietly.</div>