I used to take private lessons at his place during the summer.
Mom used to take me there. She’d sit and wait for me outside the room until I was done.

I met Dina there. Another student of his.
Dina told me that “things” happened between her and the teacher, but I didn't understand what she meant by “things”.
I was still a bit naïve then.

One day, the teacher tried to do the same with me.
At the beginning, I used to sit across the table from him.
After a while, he asked me to sit next to him.
He began to make a habit out of patting me,
and I was under the impression that he did so because he thought I was a good student.

The patting kept increasing, however, and he kept sitting closer each time.
Dina tried to explain what was going on, and I felt that something wrong was happening.
He tried to kiss me one time, and everything Dina had said came back to me. She told me she was certain something like this would happen.
I was terrified of what my mom, dad, and friends would say. I started to cry. He took a step back and didn't do anything, afraid I’d make a scene.
His wife and my mother were sitting outside the room.