Thank you everyone; you know why…since I'm not allowed to say!!!

The next day required all of the students to gather together in the conference hall for a specialized meeting announced the day before during an impromptu dinner. Involved in the conference at the lead table along with the Institutes head staff, were guest Sue and Reed Richards and Benjamin Grimm. The last of the Fantastic Four team, Johnny Storm sat between a pregnant Rogue and an icy Emma Frost, glaring at a young man dressed in black and red across from him. The rest of the youngsters stared intently at the manila folder that each one held in their hand, unsure of what the conference would hold. But a strong hush overcame them all when Logan took the stand.

"G'mornin' kids. Uh, we're here today cause Chuck here decided that all of ya's need a sex talk. He figured that I was the one to give it to ya since 'pparently I'm the one with the most experience in this area," Logan said seriously and glared at Johnny for snickering while receiving a glare from Sue and Ororo. "First off I just want the new students ta introduce themselves to the class. G'head kid."

"The name is Johnny Storm, but you ladies…you sweet ladies can call me Torch," Johnny said and set his arm ablaze. The girls 'oohed' and 'ahhed' as he stood there looking as attractive as possible, the next thing he knew all of the girls were standing and up and screaming his name. His eyes widened as he saw them collapse at his feet as they ripped their clothes off to shreds. He thought of all the teacher sin the room and wondered if he would ever be able to overcome his sexual prowess, he knew it would follow him! "Oh snap!"

"Elizabeth Braddock!" Professor Xavier said loudly. Johnny turned at the sound of his voice and saw that everyone was seated at their seats while he was sweating profusely and, well, giving the women in the room a standing ovation. What had just happened here? "Please, do not use your powers to manipulate the student's minds!"

Elizabeth glared at Johnny while he took his seat, rather embarrassed and gave her a mean glare, what had he done to her? He then looked across from him and saw the guy in the ninja suit with a cocky looking smile on his covered face. Elizabeth took advantage of the moment and decided to introduce herself next. Her purple hair grazed her butt and her jet black eyes glared menacingly across the room as she positioned her body in a solid stance, the red marking surrounding her eye flaming red.

"The name is Elizabeth Braddock," she began, her British accent countering her oriental appearance. "But you can call me Betsy. I have telepathic abilities that far outweigh the physical inanities of my fellow peers." She took a seat and ignored the glare she now received from Johnny who had already concocted a plan to get her back, but he would have to keep his shields up. These were not normal people. On the other side of the table was another conniving genius who adored the attention of the femme fatale, unbeknownst to Johnny, he would be a savage threat to his self-proclaimed hotness.

"Leaders, hotties, geeks and my fan-fiction readers, the names Wade Wilson and my powers are just like Wolvie's over there, except I'm not as ugly," said the merc with a mouth. He gave them all what seemed a grin behind his mask and looked straight at all of the girls in the room. He pictured them all in Playboy bunny outfits and gave a strong grin. "This is gonna be party city folks and I'm gonna make sure that we rock till the panties drop."

"Betsy! What did I tell you?" The professor said to her, extremely uncomfortable with the images that their new student was projecting. He received a shocked and embarrassed look from Betsy as she looked about confused. She furrowed her brows and crossed her arms in upset.

"This time Professor, rest assured that those images were his every own," Betsy said with disgust in her voice. She swallowed heavily as she saw her teammate take a seat while still looking at her with a pervasive stare, well, she assumed it was since she could not really see his face. She tried to ignore him as they continued about the room, just a few more and the introductions would be over it.

"Mah name is Paige Guthrie, Ah'm Sam's little sister and what ah do has no limits," she said as she ripped the top layer of her face off. After several screeches and shrieks later, everyone realized she still had a face. She quietly sat down and decided to save the rest of her performance when they got over the initial shock. She looked over at her brother who gave her a thumbs up sign and felt much more comfortable, her brother liked to tear down walls, she'd be all right.

"All right guys, let's finish this up since I'm the last of the bunch here," said a brown eyed girl, her wavy brown hair pulled up in a ponytail. She had a heavy urban accent as her nostrils flared with every bit of attitude she expressed. "My name is Anya Corazon, not Ana, Anya. I'm practically a spider-man bite off and can do whatever it is he does 'xcept I got a hot exoskeleton." She allowed her body to be enveloped in the armor that hid the best of her womanly aspects much to the chagrin of one of the students in the room but proved her point, being that it was definitely hot.

After the wary introductions, Logan decided not to ever allow the students to speak throughout his little lesson. He glared at each of them to scare them into silence but his eyes settled on his future wife. She angelically stared up at him with serious blue eyes as she sat there unknowing of what topic he would be bestowing upon the poor children of the institute; those who were getting some, trying to get some or just plain plotting their course of action. He coughed into his hand then adjusted his papers.

"All right, now lemme tell ya somethin'. The professors really gettin' mad cause some of you guys that can't keep your zippers zipped. If we find any of you's in a room that ain't yers, we're gonna make sure you can't ever use yer junk again," Logan said, pointing at them all. "So, if ya look in the package yer gonna see a list of what yer allowed ta do if yer not married. Bobby please read aloud to the class."

"Ahem," began Bobby. "One, you can hold hands. Two, you can kiss on the cheek."

"Continue Robert," Ororo said after a long pause. She had been sitting there for a full minute as he looked at all of them, his paper placed back on the table and a scowl across his face. "Please."

"No…really that's it," he mumbled to the rest of the students. The youth turned quickly at the professor who glared at Logan. He had asked him to develop a list, apparently Logan thought that they would be the only ones who would suffer, and he would correct the misconception. There was no reason for the students to feel as if they are being obligated to do something that was not being exampled by their teachers. The professor tapped in the table to get the attention of Logan and the rest of students.

"Students, Logan failed to mention his own personal decision of remaining celibate until his own marriage with one of my prized students, Kitty Pryde," the Professor announced. "He will also be following the rules he had created, so that he will show you that we can do this." The whole room stared at Logan who had suddenly gone pale; would he really be able to make it that long? The silence was deafening but it would not last long.

"Soooo," Wade began. "While we're here, we're not gonna get any ass?"

"Wade Wilson!" The professor shouted, affronted. Why had he decided to invite these additional students to his facility? He was such a softie.

"What?!" Wade said, "I'm just askin'. I mean we're supposed to feel free to be ourselves, I don't want Big Willy to fall off due to lack of use. It needs to be exercised every once in a while."

"He does have a point…" Emma said, looks of shock going her way. The poor Richards family suffered the observation of such behavior in a school for gifted youngsters; Ben on the other hand was getting a kick out of the situation. "I mean, many of us are grown enough to get a little action," she said sexily, looking over at the young man with the ruby glasses. She received a glare from what looked like a whiny red head and shrugged her shoulders towards her; to each his own.

"Now look here," Ororo Monroe said, her eyes paling into white as lightning began to strike in the room. "There will be no sexual contact between anyone in this place unless they're married."

"Uh, what 'bout Remy and his Cherie? He already made it pretty hard for her to, uh, ya know, get pregnant."

"If I catch you touching her Mr. LeBeau, you won't be able to have any more children. I'm serious; I don't want any of you students or teachers, to break the rules of this school."

"Yes Ms. Munroe," the students and adults said in unison, even Logan participated. No one could stand it when the weather witch became angry; many a days have passed when their electricity had accidentally been blown. They all were dismissed and sent to their rooms to reflect on what had been spoken about. But there was a silent messenger who no one would ever be able to track and no one had forced him to make any promises that he was bound to break. This was the bad boy of the X-House and he roamed the halls with the power that only came from being who he was, Lockheed baby.

Lockheed made his way over to his partner's room with a few presents that would indeed allow them to become rich beyond compare. He settled on Johnny's shoulder as the young man went to his website and checked on the invoices that had been received. Only one day having opened is new site titled "X-Angels" and already he had a thousand hits. It was awesome; he had already received ten online payments for ten of the wonderful packages he would be shipping out tomorrow. But something in the corner of his search engine he found something suspicious. He clicked on the link and was taken to a separate page. In large green letters the words "Mutant Babes" was scrawled across the screen.

He yelped loudly, the site had been hit three million times and its opening date had just been a few days before. He looked over at Lockheed whose usually lazy purple eyes had grown one hundred times larger as he shrugged. He slowly flew away as Johnny shook his head, nah, that little mite would not cheat on him. He was a faithful little alien. He would just have to do better and improve his site; no one would conquer his goal of monopolizing the mutant panties business.

Meanwhile, Ororo was looking into the laundry bag to see if she could find her favorite blue underwear. They were nowhere to be found. She was mildly irritated since it had been new set that came with a matching bra but she decided to speak to Wade Wilson. He had been placed in charge of laundry duty since he had arrived just a week before and she assumed that he felt uncomfortable with doing the girls undergarments, perhaps he had placed it in a separate bag. Regardless, he would need a talking to since it was his duty to do what he had been proposed to do.

She left the laundry room in search of Kitty to tell her very important news. Her parents would be flying in that weekend to finally meet the man she was going to marry. She took in a deep breath and knocked on the large wooden door. The blonde ice queen opened it up and let her in before going back to her Victoria secret magazine. For now Emma could not afford to buy such sexy lingerie but she swore that one day when she became of age she would wear them every chance she'd get. She already bought the boobs to go with the outfits; all that was left was the display section.

"Hello Kitty," Ororo said and sat down on the brunette's bed. She gave a warm smile to one of her loved students.

"Hey Ms. Munroe, what's up?" she asked sweetly. She pulled her long brown hair into a high ponytail and adjusted the ring on her finger, twisting it about as if making sure it was still there.

"Honey, your parents are coming up this weekend. They just spoke to the professor and decided that perhaps they should get to know your fiancé," she said quietly. Kitty perked up in excitement and such amazing news. She knew that Logan and her parents would get along just well. She grabbed Ororo's hand and squealed in delight.

"This is totally cool! Oh my gosh! My mom is so gonna wanna see my dress. Will you come with me to pick it up tomorrow?" Kitty asked kindly, hoping for an opinion from one of her trusted teachers.

"Of course I would love to come!" Ororo answred, quite pleased to be asked to come along. She was sure Rogue and Tabitha would be joining them and decided to make it a women's luncheon. They would all be able to speak to their sweet and innocent young kitten about what is bound to happen on the eve of her wedding. Poor soul, Ororo was not sure how endowed was Logan but she was positive that it would be a horrendous experience for their poor little girl. It was time to tell Kitty of the birds and bees.

"Then tomorrow we'll go, it'll be great. I have so much to tell you regarding the wedding and I need a mature adult's opinion," Kitty said.

"Yes Kitty, we have much to speak of…"

Meanwhile, a hand exchange occurred in the mansion. No one knew who they were or what they planned to do, but they promised to succeed in their evil plans of world domination. No one would ever find out. No one!