analyze the underlying story and indicate what is happening. Afterwards, answer the following questions.
- what kind of relationship is there between the two?
-What does Nivor see his teacher doing when he returns to his room?
- What is Emmanuelle's reaction?
- why was Emmanuelle incautious to do that thing?
-What does the woman think is the boy's reaction and what is his real reaction instead?
- how did the woman underestimate Nivor?
- is the boy in shock? and from what does it follow?
- why was Emmanuelle's behavior inappropriate?
- Why does the woman rush to speak to the boy?
- What can be deduced from the boy's reaction and words?
- Does the boy seem to need psychological support as Emmanuelle suggests?
Write some final thoughts.

The story takes place in a hotel during a school trip, where Nivor, a 14-year-old boy, shares a room with his 44-year-old teacher. He regained consciousness around eleven. There was no one around except for him and the boy he gave the joint to, who was blissfully listening to music. He gathered his strength and headed in the direction of the labyrinthine hallway. He didn’t hear much noise except for the sound of his footsteps. Once he found the right door, he turned the wooden doorknob and found himself in front of a scene he never imagined.

Emmanuelle was lying spread-eagle on her bed. Naked. The image of two fingers in between her legs, on her vagina, was something his unconscious mind perceived first. He was so surprised that his heart dropped, causing him to turn white in the face and feel his legs give way. As soon as he heard the noise, the woman immediately turned her gaze towards him: Nivor was standing there, immobile, without moving a muscle. The few seconds this lasted were just enough for him to memorize every detail. He had an excellent photographic memory, and it didn’t deteriorate quickly. Almost immediately after, Nivor closed the door.

Emmanuelle tried to cover her privates with the blanket, but the door closed with a bang, rendering the gesture useless. A tachycardic sensation mixed with panic and anxiety could be read on her face. “I traumatized him” she thought. She had also observed him closely. She noticed how pale he had become. An expression for which terrifying was an understatement. The laws of the State regarding rape and child abuse came to her mind, and they were, of course, dreadfully severe.

She had been masturbating for about ten minutes. She was still a woman, and not feeling the boy coming, the only thing that would have stopped her, she concluded that he was playing or exploring the place. But she was wrong. When she was interrupted, she was already weakly wet with fluids and had directed her hips upwards to make her hands do the best job possible. She tried to imagine for a moment what Nivor might have seen, and there weren’t many ways to interpret it.

As she was Nivor’s instructor, she knew his strengths and weaknesses, but in her role, she was aware of how these things could provoke unpredictable reactions in some people. She didn’t have much choice; she was morally obligated to talk to him, and even if she weren’t, if she didn’t, she would only worsen her situation.

The truth was, of course, very different from everything Emmanuelle assumed. Nivor had returned to the tents behind the garden, and this time he was totally alone, thinking about what he had seen. He was probably a little impressed by those seconds, but nothing that wouldn’t persist with a cup of hot tea. The decision to leave was not so much a flight for him, but since he was still sexually developing, he found it polite to leave her alone to finish what she started.

Because doing such a thing was soon said: for starters, under her clothes, Emmanuelle wasn’t as pale as she appeared, but she had a vibrant reddish color. She knew girls’ privacy very well, but she would never have said that an adult woman’s was so different.

The “thing” he had seen was fleshy and slightly open, with small folds of light pink flesh emerging from the center. There were a few black hairs around the thing that were certainly only a few millimeters long.

He didn’t consider himself a pervert, but he had a certain curiosity given his young age and learned to appreciate what he had seen. One thing was for sure; he wasn’t in shock or anything like that. After all, having already seen dozens of girls, how could he be?

After a few minutes, he was joined by Emmanuelle. She had put on a light green pajamas and a pair of pink slippers that looked terrible on her. She had a dead and sad look.

“I finally found you,” she said.

“Hi,” he replied coldly. Silently, he sat down next to him, never making eye contact.

“How are you?”

“I miss Atlanta,” he muttered.

She sighed. “You know, sometimes when you see things from a certain distance, it’s easy to get confused and deceive oneself.”

The boy on her left had an emotionless expression.

“I know what I saw,” he replied coldly and convinced.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

There was no reaction.

“You know, you’ve become a big, giant boy, and much more than 14 years old, you look like 20. You’re even much taller than me,” she hinted at some expressiveness.

“Do you need psychological support?”

Nivor assumed the face of someone who had seen a chicken solve a quadratic equation. “I wonder if you’re making fun of me…” he hissed.

“Or are you simply stupid?”

She didn’t feel like continuing the conversation outside. It was true; there was nobody around, but in their room, she would feel more at ease.

“Do you want to go back to the room, Nivor?”

He nodded.

In the distance between the two rooms, they were close yet still far enough to perceive a total detachment. Who between the two was more scared was quite evident: Nivor sank into his bed while she was the first to enter and close the door.