Kafka's smile widened, his innocence almost disarming as he continued.
"She's a great teacher, you know? So practical, so hands-on. I'm glad she did it"
"...Now I know all this stuff, and I won't make a fool of myself if I ever get a girlfriend."
He chuckled, oblivious to the storm of emotions his words unleashed in Olivia.
"I mean, how else would I learn? Books?...Nah, this was way better."
Olivia's head spun, her knees weak as she processed the depth of Abigaille's involvement, the way she'd shaped Kafka's understanding with such intimate, boundary-shattering lessons.
She turned to Abigaille, her voice dropping to a hushed, urgent whisper, as if she could keep the words from Kafka's ears.
"Abi, what are you doing with him?" She hissed, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Playing these...dirty games, taking advantage of his innocence like that?"
"It's not right, teaching him to touch you, to...to know your body like that!"
