EVENT: The Return of The Talk

[Event !]

In which a man more than twice the age of his audience talks about condoms.

This event is open only to students age thirteen and above, and a few staff from the school officials or teaching staff. If your character is a senior, the event is mandatory, but you do not have to post. It will just be assumed that your character attended and didn't do anything noteworthy while there.

Have fun.

[Dr. Sean Neville]

Another year had passed and the annual Talk was upon him once more. Truly, it was indicative of the current state of his personal life that he found it preferable to speak to teenagers about STIs and the importance of lubrication. As usual, the telepath had taken sufficient preparation time for the lecture: he had his slides and the props, all of which might be embarrassing to the more repressed students but were necessary to give a thorough lecture.

That was his goal: a thorough lecture; he wanted the students to be properly informed without being shamed about their budding sexualities. He had more than two decades to perfect the delivery and to build comfort with the material; now there was the expectation that he and nobody else would deliver the lecture. This year, he had wondered what Hammel would do if he retired, but that was still years off. Current stress notwithstanding.

Several of his protégés had graduated this past June, which meant a new senior class on which to bestow his wisdom. Emma would not be there, nor would L.C. or Ann in her mortification or November, patiently warding off Sam’s inappropriate comments. And while Vincent was old enough to have graduated, he remained a student but had moved off campus. Better yet, he had “earned” an internship with a prestigious law firm (he pitied Josh but appreciated the fact that Vincent was otherwise occupied). This was important because he required no further streaking incidents; the Talk of 2009 was more than enough.

Furthermore, he had sufficient backup to handle some of the students (Zac and Sidra came immediately to mind); Anya would earn a bottle of wine by the end of this.

As with every year, he had left his question box in front of his office for the entire week prior to this lecture; students could deliver the questions anonymously without fear of discovery. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, but he would know either way and it was better for them to believe in the illusion of anonymity. This morning, he had gone over the questions to prepare for that portion of the talk, copying the questions onto one sheet of paper for him to consult during the lecture.

The students had been gathered: the seniors by requirement and all the other students thirteen plus through their own curiosity, and conversation and thought were exactly as Sean expected. After more than twenty years, he felt like a warhorse, always prepared for the worst and able to judge his audience through instinct.

He stepped onto the stage and set down his materials, before rolling up his sleeves. It had been a disgustingly hot summer thus far and it would only get worse with excitement. He tapped the microphone on his shirt briefly to test it, before turning and facing the audience. “For those of you who may not know me, I’m Doctor Neville. Let’s talk about sex.”

He put up the first slide, the standard female and male anatomy, and then continued. “Some of you are veterans of this lecture, but for others this is your first time. As such, I will say this once. There will be no euphemisms or slang in this lecture. I don’t want to hear anyone say ‘boobs,’ ‘tits, ‘thing, ‘pole,’ ‘lady parts,’ ‘meat,’ ‘dick,’ ‘cock,’ ‘pussy,’ ‘twat,’ ‘balls,’ ‘jizz’ or anything similarly crude. If you are old enough to be here, you are old enough to speak like an adult when discussing this subject.”

That was followed by a smile, and he tapped the picture on the projector, drawing attention. “Is anyone here unfamiliar with basic mechanics of anatomy? If not, you can think loudly and let me know that way, rather than speaking aloud. If so, we can do a truncated lesson in basics and move on.”

[Anya Vasiliev]

Anya lingered quietly along the sidelines, making sure every student was sat and behaving themselves, before taking a seat along the side and opening up a crossword puzzle. She did laugh very quietly at Sean's abrupt manner of dealing with things, but it was lovely to see the man in control of the place. Frisking herself for a pen, she looked around the room sharply to spot any potential trouble makers. Samuel would be one of them. She, like Sean, was relieved to find that Vincent wasn't around, and without him, or Emma for that matter, the lecture would run at least a little smoother. And by smoother I mean with less naked Vincent and a distinct lack of vibrators whirring through the seats.

Anya had promised Sean she'd help out this year in lieu of her power being so useful. No levitating condoms, illusions of lewd things, fires or anything else that was quite likely to happen. As it was, it looked like Mr. Richmond had fallen asleep already, which was about par for the course, and several girls - and boys for that matter - were squirming like they had eels in their pants. She felt a smattering of sympathy for them, before finally grabbing her pen, giving a smile to Sean and looking at the first clue.

1. Across : A word used for describing sexual organs. (8)

Genitals.

The irony just wasn't going to present itself like that ever again, and she muffled a chortle as a cough, and looked up mildly as the word settled in that first few boxes. Anya did wonder whether any of the kids would make this any more drawn out than it needed to be - but it was sex and teenagers couldn't cope with that three letter word at the best of times. She shook her head.

Let the trouble begin.

[Chris Carpenter]

Chris squirmed uncomfortably in his seat like several of the others in the classroom. Wow...his first class and it was a sex ed seminar. The boy wasn't sure if this was an indication of things to come...or just a sign that he really needed to rethink his earlier idea that applying for an optional seminar couldn't possibly be worse than sitting around doing nothing.

Not that he was, of course, in any way embarrassed about these things. No...not at all. Really. He'd practically raised himself after all, and back in NYC, he'd heard a lot of older boys bragging about girls they'd been with. He'd always nodded, acted impressed, and quietly taken notes for a time when he could brag about things himself without being immediately dragged off to see the nearest shrink with a stern note sent to his parents. He shouldn't have been at all uncomfortable about this talk.

Only...he was. This was true for two reasons.

First off, despite having listened to older boys brag, they were inspecific enough that he was halfway-certain they had no idea what they were talking about, and this teacher, whose direct, matter-of-fact manner was much of what was making him nervous, obviously did.

He'd never heard an adult say words like that man was saying. Words that sounded rebellious coming from a kid his age or a little older were spoken by this man in a manner suggesting he found them irritating and foolish.

Second...linked to the first reason...he really had no idea what this was about. Not the slightest. Sure he'd listened to the bragging and noted some words that might shock his elders, but everything was always described in such vague terms that he didn't really understand what they were talking about.

Worse, he didn't dare actually ASK for fear that he'd be laughed at for being ignorant of what everyone else around him seemed to take as common knowledge.

He couldn't ask his parents, they didn't have the time. He couldn't imagine talking to Philip about this sort of thing, it just would have embarrassed them both, and Philip didn't like being embarrassed, especially by his younger brother. He CERTAINLY couldn't have asked Sean, even when he actually respected the man. Sean was never that approachable.

So there he was, sitting in the class with his pencil and paper out, wishing he'd signed up for a seminar on something harmless like needlepoint, and getting ready to be asked the inevitable questions that would reveal just how little he knew, whereupon he would probably be laughed out of the classroom.

He wasn't quite sure if it could get any worse.

Wait...had that man just said to think loudly? Crap...he probably already knew. Things had just gotten worse.

[Christina Byrne]

Sex. It had always been an open topic in the Byrne house, ever since Christina could remember. There had never been a surprise as to what was going to happen once she hit puberty, or what people would be talking about once she got to be about that age. She’d had the talk with her classmates back in the fifth grade, though back then it had been separated by gender. Lumped amongst all the other girls in her school, the small girl had had a lovely time watching them try to hide their faces behind the person in front of them or look anywhere but up at the woman that had been telling them all about it and showing them diagrams of what everything looked like. She had known most, if not all, of what had been said beforehand, so she spent the time enjoying the reactions of the others in the room. Christina was also friends with mostly guys and people older than her, so whatever she hadn’t heard from her parents, she’d heard from them. Such as the Greek Feast she’d attended at Hammel and the stimulating conversation on similarities between eating good food and having an orgasm. Surrounded by people older than her, but knowing exactly what was being said and able to provide feedback. It was this fact, being that she knew most of what would be taught today, that made Christina unable to understand the reasoning behind her mother making her go to the sex ed seminar. She’d planned on going anyway, in hopes to see some of the trouble that she’d heard of from past years, but all the same didn’t think it was necessary that her mother require her to attend.

Shrugging at her own thoughts, the small blonde pulled on a royal blue halter top, a white knit garment to cover her shoulders, light blue skinny jeans, and a pair of black wedges. Though wearing makeup wasn’t the norm for her, she was going to be surrounded by many students today and didn’t want to look like she didn’t care about her appearance for them. Plus, there was always the chance that maybe if she looked older, she wouldn’t be noticed among the rest of the audience. So for makeup, Christina wore dark blue eyeshadow, followed by eyes surrounded by a thin line of black eyeliner and shimmer mascara. A small amount of blush gave some color to her pale cheeks. Pink lipstick coated her lips, followed my a tiny bit of gloss. Her normally wavy hair was straightened today, making it fall to her lower back. She put part of the top layer on into a pony tail for a half up, half down style and brushed her bangs to the side. Once happy with her appearance, Christina smiled at her reflection and walked out of the room, only slightly clumsy on her wedges, with a yellow purse on her shoulder and cell phone in her back right pocket.

The seminar was to be held in the auditorium, which she’d only been in a few times before. On the way there, she worked with her wedges and was walking fine in them by the time she got there. Students were filing in one after another, some alone and some in groups. Expressions ranged from completely uncaring to uncomfortable all the way to the far more intriguing mischievous. Smirking, Christina’s eyes glinted. It was the troublemaking expression that she loved to see at this kind of thing. At least some were there to make things interesting for everyone. She walked into the room with the others and took a seat near the middle of the third to back row. Already people were sinking low into their seats or looking around the room, at anything but the older man standing on the stage. As though pretending he wasn’t there would magically making him and this whole situation disappear. The act got worse as soon as they heard the line “Let’s talk about sex.” Sinking lower into their seats, faces all shades of red... It amused her so. Everyone at the school had to have heard the word before and know what it was. It shouldn’t make it any different that now it was an older man and not a teenager saying it. Or maybe it did make a difference, and she just didn’t register it because she was used to it. Almost everyone she knew was older than her, and she’d heard the same thing from her mom and dad, so it didn’t make it much different when Dr. Neville said it.

Students seemed to be finished filing in now and the man on stage went through a quick list of words not to be said. Christina mad a quick note to herself - No vulgar language. Vagina and penis only. Got it. A quick scan around the room revealed that people were still slouching and blushing, and she swore she even saw a blonde kid sleeping in his seat. Some were already giggling and whispering to each other about what Dr. Neville had said or various other semi-related topics. “Is anyone here unfamiliar with basic mechanics of anatomy?” Christina didn’t expect anyone to speak up, but that wasn’t a problem with him. He could hear their thoughts, so if they thought at him, he’d know that they did or didn’t know. She suddenly got an idea that made a grin spread on her face. Might as well get a little more fun out of this if he made it so possible. The blonde girl thought up images of penises and vaginas, mentally pushing the thoughts at Dr. Neville. This graduated slowly to images of people having sex. Lesbian sex, gay sex, straight sex, oral sex... Christina thought up as many images as she could and pushed them toward the man on stage, careful not to show any outward signs of what she was doing to the peers around her.

Well... So much for staying unnoticed through this. It was just an opportunity she couldn’t pass up.

[Levi Xu]

Levi didn't have to be there.

Nope, at fifteen, and going into his freshman year of high school (for the second time) the boy wasn't required to attend the sex ed seminar. His father was a doctor, there had been cursory classes in health in middle school, and he'd had more-or-less unrestricted access to the internet for years now.

Also, he was not a virgin anymore.

So in his eyes, he didn't really need a lecture about safe sex. He had a boyfriend, and they were figuring things out just fine. But since Evan was a rising senior, whoever planned the Hammel curriculum believed that he needed more knowledge. And that meant Levi was going to go as well, for moral support. Of course, it would be easier for him to support his boyfriend--Evan was shy and tended to blush when he was embarrassed--if he was actually allowed to hold the older boy's hand.

But Van had asked that they try to keep their relationship quiet. Of course, their roommate was the biggest snoop in the school, and their best friends (besides each other) were Robbie and Sam. Really, with that group of people, it was amazing that they'd managed to stay in the closet that long.

Levi wasn't really paying attention when Dr. N started. He didn't understand why they had a lion give the sex ed lecture, but not much else at this school made sense to him either. So instead of listening, he was more focused on attempting to (discreetly) move his foot so his ankle was pressed against his boyfriend's ankle. It wasn't working all too well.

[Evan Brackett]

Evan was seventeen, and this was not the first time he had heard The Talk. He had never specifically attended Sean's lecture, but he'd been through it several times before with his parents and in other schools. Granted, neither of those cases included the version that he really needed to hear, but like with any other subject, he had filled the gaps in on his own (With a little help from Levi and the internet, of course).

That didn't mean he was comfortable talking about sex, which was why he hadn't shown up any of the prior years (and he was quite happy about that decision every time he later heard the stories of certain incidents). The only reason he was there this time was because of the senior requirement. He could only hope nothing exceptional happened.

Levi had also decided to tag along, which the phaser initially thought was nice. More than just moral support, it would be handy for both of them to be informed. It sounded like a good idea. But now that they were actually there, sitting next to each other, Levi unfazed and he obviously not, Evan no longer thought that. Forget the subject making him uncomfortable, it was downright embarrassing to be one of the few of his age and gender still bothered by it. Now Levi was there to witness just how flustered he was going to be, and he almost would rather be there alone.

Once they were in the auditorium, Van shut down completely. He didn't acknowledge anyone or look around the room. He didn't want to know who else was there or sitting around him. He just wanted to get through the lecture and be done with it. The wait between their arrival and that of the psychiatrist--which Evan spent with his head down, focused on his fidgeting fingers--seemed to last for hours. He only looked up when Dr. Neville began his speech, but his attention didn't stay there long thanks to the boy beside him. The unexpected contact of their ankles made him jolt, and while his frame remained facing forward, Evan stared at Levi through the corners of his eyes. What. Was. He. Doing.

Because really, Van had no idea, and trying to figure it out had him completely distracted.

[JD Paerson]

JD's plan was to pretend that this night didn't exist. He'd gotten fairly good at this. He would sit through something but be completely oblivious to all that went on, and as long as no one reminded him of the event he could almost completely erase it from his memory. It never happened.

He had to go to the sex ed seminar. If he wanted to graduate next year (and he was definitely ready to graduate) he needed to sit through this. But that didn't necessarily mean that he had to pay any attention whatsoever.

Upon entering the auditorium he quickly found a spot in the back of the room and sat sprawled on the chair with his legs splayed out in front of him, taking up as much room as absolutely possible to discourage anyone else from sitting next to him. Then he let his mind begin to wander.

He knew about sex. He was completely aware of all this stuff. He shouldn't have to sit through everything. His sheer annoyance at being dragged into the seminar was enough to keep him melancholy, but that added to his usual sour disposition meant that he was in a truly bad mood. It didn't bode well for anyone else who happened to be around him.

He started going over his trumpet music in his head. And his history homework. And the last level of his new videogame that he was still working out. And anything else he could possibly think of that didn't involve the words--those words Dr. Neville was listing out right now. Yeah.

Despite all his efforts to keep people out, though, someone came and plopped down in the seat next to him. "Go away," JD muttered without bothering to see who it was. "I'm not here. I promise you, I am not here."

The last thing he wanted was to get thrown out of the sex ed seminar and have to sit through the whole thing again. But if someone was going to come up and bother him, he wasn't going to just sit there and take it, either.

[Sidra Cotton]

"You look pretty "there" to me," Sidra quipped back, settling her nearly-bare tush into the seat next to the boy. The back wasn't exactly where she'd planned on sitting, but it would be strategically advantageous as well. For when she called out her kink-questions (and she would), Eyes would turn and they would see the glory that was her attempt at tweaking Dr. N.

It had taken far longer than she would have liked to piece the outfit together, but it had finally worked. The hoodie she'd put on to hide the pasties was unzipped and set aside, an impish and a teensy bit too gleeful expression on her face. She'd get him. The old man who thought he knew about sex. Who presumed to know about fetishdom. She would get him.

One way. Or another.

Kicking her own feet up, PVC boots crossed at the ankles, Sidra assumed a relaxed and completely confident pose. She was, after all, there to learn. Learn all the same things she'd "learned" the previous year. Nothing new. And certainly nothing adventurous. While she wasn't sexually active, and really had no interest in being so, it served her purposes for people to think such of her. And to be scared off by what would most likely be "too out there" for them.

Because, really, who wanted a wax impression of their 'girly' or 'boy' bits, one melted candle at a time?

[Zachary LaRousse]

Even if the Talk wasn’t a graduation requirement, heaven knows Zac’s face would still be seen in the audience. He’s always been in Dr. Neville’s seminars ever since he arrived in Hammel (he’s thirteen when he first came); there’s no way he’s missing his last one now. Not that the boy needed to be informed anyway – experience is said to be the best teacher and the boy had more than enough on his own. Neither does he need someone to formally talk to him; he already got the ‘talk’ with his guardian and his (then) boyfriend – Cedric and Stephen – when he walked in on them that fateful Friday night.

Rather, the pompous teen was in the auditorium to ‘observe’ – to tease and snicker at those uncomfortable and awkward souls, ask kinky relatively deviant questions and generally aid in wrecking havoc to the informative and supposedly peaceful lecture.

Going to the talk for five years in a row already, he’d seen his fair share of pranks pulled at the event. He’s lived through the Great Vincent Dick-a-thon of ‘09 as well as the Vibrator Rain of ’08. 2010 had been a disappointment though; apparently the staff connived to get the Goth and the Hooker imprisoned in the library with dinosaur porn (apparently Eli has such refined taste), making the talk flow smoothly and without a hitch (a big one anyway).

Zac’s determined to change all that.

Such his idea only came about a few days before the seminar, but he’s confident it’ll pull through. He just hopes Robbie hadn’t told anyone about their plan though. “Easy there Lolita-Gothita-whatever-you-are,” snarled Zac as he took the other seat beside JD, entering the auditorium with two giant pink balloons in hand, not really minding that he completely blocked the view of those behind him. “He’s talking to me. Don’t feel too important. Goth is so three years ago.”

Sending one final glare to Sidra, he promptly moved closer to the obviously irritated speedster and whispered, “Sure you don’t want to join me and Robbie? I mean, your skills would be so useful.” Zac can run fast, sure, but JD can go faster. Possibly without being seen at that. “Please?”

[Ashton Harper]

Okay so maybe it wasn't a good idea to be here, but it was required. Ash was a senior and boy did he hate it now. Why was it that they needed to have 'The Talk' anyway? Didn't parents clue these kids in on anything? Ash's parents had. It hadn't gone too well. His mom kept butting in where she definitely DID NOT belong. It was awkward beyond belief. Ash had avoided the subject since then. He knew the basics, why go into detail?

Because the school wanted students to be 'safe.'

Ash was sitting in the auditorium, far away from anyone he knew. Zac being the only person. Who knew what would happen if Zac started talking to Ash during this thing? No one knew Ash was innocent. That's right, a virgin. Everyone thought by now in his senior year, being the 'manwhore' he was, he'd have done it (for lack of a better word) by now. He hadn't. He didn't plan to unless he was forced (which wouldn't really take much) or if he was married. That was the plan at least.

Would it happen? Probably not.

As he listened to Dr. Neville, he cringed slightly at the derogatory slang terms. Ash didn't really like using any of those words...or even the politically correct terms. He just didn't like talking about sex at all. He was shy. The thought of sex made him fidget and squirm uncomfortably. Luckily for him, he had managed to stay pretty still...for now.

Ash prayed for the life of him that no one would bother him when he was already so uncomfortable.

[Jason Simple]

*j*a*s*o*n*

So. This was awkward.

Jace was certainly not wanting to be here, but it was mandatory if he wanted to graduate next year, and god, he wanted to graduate. He hadn't gone the year before because it wasn't mandatory for him, and besides, he was glad he didn't after the fact. There was a disturbing amount of talk going around about what happened at the seminar, and Jace had just barely started attending Hammel at that time, so he was not used to the... more eccentric characters at that time.

And on top of that, he was stuck sitting behind LaRousse and Cotton, who were currently teasing the guy with super-speed. This was probably the most awkward position Jace could have ever been put in. He would have moved, but then that would draw attention, and Zac would likely say something about how he was moving to "get a better view", which was completely not true because Jace did not want to be there. He would just completely shut his mind off from what was happening around him, and maybe think of his trig homework.

Or not.

Mostly, it appeared his mind would be focused on just... ignoring everyone and everything. And sending the message towards Zac to IGNOREIGNOREIGNORE and hopefully not notice Jace sitting there. Because why? Because it was what Jace wished, to not ba a part of this. How often did Zac care about other people's wishes again? Oh yeah, not all that often. Just look at the items he took it upon himself to bring. Well, hopefully that would change in Jace's favor today?

... Or, y'know, not. Because that totally worked too. Jace wonders if Telepaths can pick up on random sarcastic thoughts and get purely the sarcasm.

[Aki Welland]

She didn't technically need to be here. She was going to have to come next year, but she had come to these seminars every year just because. It was something her parents had never talked about because they found the idea abhorrant. She didn't care what they thought about it one way or another. Aki had grown up in the city and had known about sex, what it was and what it did since she was about ten. Her actual purpose here were divided. One, to watch Dr. Neville manage people. Ya, she was creeping a little bit but he was in full control of his powers and she wasn't. She hoped that the crowd of dirty teenage minded thoughts would be enough to keep him from noticing she was here. She wouldn't openly admit it to him, but she admired how in control he was. It made her grumpy. She wanted to learn to control her powers that well.

So that was reason number one. Teacher watching and in general practice of listening skills. The second reason was sitting next to her, looking absolutely miserable. Her second reason was named Leonardo Charter.

Leo was probably her closest friend, and for reasons not even she could fathom always had been, whether it was stated aloud or not. He was coming to the age where he needed to know all this stuff, and because he freaked and mumbled if you even hinted at kissing people she decided it would be better to just throw him to the Doc's mercy [and any trouble makers who were plotting against Doc.] Aki herself didn't really need any of this. She'd had a few of her own experimental encounters, and not finding it all that it was cracked up to be just shrugged when asked. Who really cared if you'd had sex anyway? I mean, if you were really young it was one thing but sixteen or seventeen was eh, whatever. It's not like she was going to become the next Zac and gloat over every single thing he'd ever done. She just did things and acted chill about it, going her separate ways.

But the point now was also to get the point across to Leo. She'd liked him for a while now and was hoping to someday point that through his thick skull. So, she had foregone her usual runner gloves and let her one hand rest near hers. If he didn't want to say anything out loud he could talk to her that way. Touch was the only sure way to make sure she got a though to herself or to someone else. Keeping thoughts in she could do. It was picking up everyone else's thoughts and not throwing them out through her swiss cheese brain she was trying to learn control of right now.

[Isabella Crane]

Isabella sat comfortably in her seat next to Alice. Of course they had opted for an up front and 'personal' view during this seminar. Her eyes glanced a bit surprised as Sean told them all the words that he did not want to hear. She had never been to this before and although she was sure that his words would almost be similar to the text books that she had read she hoped that perhaps some.... unorthodox topics would pop up. She would sit through this, knowing good and well that the subject of gay male sex would more than likely come up... Especially since so many boys these days were. Sure, lesbian sex was exciting for her but considering that the male anatomy (she took another look at the slide) was already gross looking to her - much less without white cum squirting out of it into the nastiest hole of the human body she really didn't have a stomach for thinking about those sort of things.

She had questions, sure, but perhaps not things she could get an answer to. She squirmed in her seat as she thought about some of the things she wanted to learn, looking to Alice and biting her lip slightly as she thought about her once again. She ignored the snickers floating about the auditorium, turning her attention back to the teacher and growing a bit more serious again. Considering that Bella had all these pent up urges, her hormones in full force and not getting any full release, it would be hard to keep her mind out of the gutter. She was close enough to Alice to smell her perfume and it kept pulling at her attention.

She knew how the basic female anatomy worked, she had seen her own and found what she liked and what she didn't... Mostly in the past week or so. And there were several things she wanted to try but hadn't had the opportunity to. She knew what got her to the big 'O' and it seemed most of that was driven through visual illusions.. But she was still taking note of what felt good and what didn't. She didn't have any real questions here so she remained quiet, unaware of what was going on behind them for the time being.

[Alice Halifax]

Seeing how technically this was going to be Alice's final year at Hammel, she was required to attend what had become know as 'The Talk'. This wasn't the first time Alice had been here, so she was already pretty sure of what to expect. As always, Sean would come out so serious and to the point and after a minute or two of more rambling introductions, someone or a group of them would interrupt things with some childish prank. Year after year, it all fell into place like clockwork, so why would this year be any different. One thing this year had that the previous years lacked, was Alice's new found companion Isabella.

Alice came from a very open and liberal family and while they didn't air out their dirty laundry, things such as sex was pretty open. Alice had never felt a need to hide her sexual orientation from her parents and while her father had raised an eyebrow the first time Alice brought a girl home, he never said or did anything to indicate he opposed to her choice. Alice's mother had been very open with her when she came of age. All the workings of the female anatomy and the desires which would come all were addressed years ago, and as such, sitting here listening to Sean talk about sex and sexual relationships was another average day for Alice. She chose to sit up front, not in order to impress Sean, but in order to show herself off to others. Alice wanted everyone here to know she was fully comfortable while they squirmed about, plus she wanted to show off her Isabella.

Right on cue, Sean introduced himself and then rattled off a long list of inappropriate words and terms which he did not want to hear. Alice smiled as the old man rattled off such common terms to her, but she knew better than to give them more than that. Alice wasn't sure how educated her angel Isabella was in this topic, but from their moments together thus far, it seemed she was educated enough. Alice doubted Izzy had ever been with a boy before, much less a woman such as herself and hoped her lovely angel would take full advantage of Sean's offer of mentally asking him anything. Alice had been acting as Izzy's guide so far in their budding relationship, but she wanted her would be lover to be fully ready for their special moment together. Alice had been with others before, both guys and girls, but she didn't throw herself out there easily. Sex was a personal thing and while flirting was fun, sex was meant to be special and memorable. She might not have loved her past sexual partners, but she did have feelings for them and each one held a special place in Alice's memory.

Giving Izzy a glance, Alice smiled and laid her hand on top of Izzy's. Alice would not slight her lover's curiosity, but welcome it openly and hoped Izzy would get the subtle message. Too bad this topic would be interrupted soon, it always was and no doubt would continue its streak this year as well.