A/N: This chapter contains frank task of during a class on Human Sexuality, taught by the OC.

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Ok. She's a redhead. Everyone knows they're feisty, and going by Max I believe it. But, man, that was not the girl I had coffee with. A lot of guys might have been more persistent and kept trying. Maybe that would work when it came some girls but I'm guessing that in the moment, that would not have been a good move.

So, I waited.

Maybe it was meds, change of meds, new meds… who knew. Maybe she heard something about me from Max or asked around and she didn't really like it. Who knows, maybe she was riding the cotten pony. Fuck… I know how misogynist that sounds, but I actually heard it from a girl so I think it's ok to say it… uh for them… probably not for guys.

I had no idea what to do. I can't run to Max every time I have girl problems. I need to figure some of this shit out on my own. Traditionally I've not been that good at it. My excuse is lack of experience. She is/was? …only my second girlfriend. No experience.

Buuuut… probably not a girlfriend anymore. I'm not sure I even dared trying to contact her again.

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I put a picture up on the screen. I heard a lot of "ewww, gross." comments. Which is what I wanted to hear.

"Uh, Sir? Why did you show us that? This is a machinist class."

"Two reasons. Once is to respect the tools you use. They are used for cutting all types of metal, all types of steel. Fingers are a snack to them. Second, if you make a tool that has pinch points, non locking tools, regardless if they are blades or not and you hurt the user. That is your number one mistake. Under proper use no tool should hurt the user of that tool."

"That collection of fingers you saw were from those people who used a non locking tool on their multi-tool, with a lot of force. 'Nuff said."

"So your assignment this month is to design a WORKING locking mechanism. You will all be testing your design, you will all be signing waivers. There will be a trauma team during testing, so you probably won't lose your finger, thumb, nipple, or whatever."

I got the chuckle I wanted.

"Believe me, you will want to keep the idea of the extreme pain and mild humiliation in your mind while designing it. If you've ever stubbed your toe so hard you thought you broke it and it quickly turned purple… well you probably did. Usually it's a baby toe, but it's an eye opener. Pain goes up as you stub down the line of little piggies. You start giving corners, doors and table legs a bit more respect."

"Realistically, you can afford to lose a few toes, painful as that might be. But a few fingers is going to affect your future life and probably employment. If that's not enough of an incentive for you, imagine your partner asking you to finger them… and you don't have that particular finger to do it… Do I need to keep going?"

Lots of chuckles. But I saw head shakes..

"Feel free to study other tools. Remember no trademark infringement, you have to come up with something original and probably clever. I'm also going to tell you that this is where we separate the fingers from the hands… to REALLY paraphrase the boys and men quote."

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"That was fascinating."

I knew the voice, when I turned around, I knew the eyes.

"How much did you hear?"

"All of it, I was hiding in the back… waiting for the class to finish."

"I'll admit… I didn't think I would hear or see you again."

"I should have mentioned… that was the Third Gorilla."

"I don't remember you saying anything about a third gorilla, but you mean the worst of you…?"

"Beyond the redhead thing, yes. A few times a year I have really bad periods. Most are bad, but not the I'm-gonna-cut-off-your-balls if you come anywhere near me bad. That was last week."

"Geezus Yf, you could have warned me. I know seeing is believing but I… I… kind of had a hard time with it."

I went all wimpy at that point my eyes were welling up. "I thought I'd lost you before anything we started to get serious."

She came up to me and put her arms around my neck, and whispered in my ear. "It's ok my melysyn… I really hope the mind shattering sex will make up for it. I have a class coming up in a few minutes… sit in on mine?"

"Melysyn?"

"Think of it as 'sweetie' it means 'my sweetness' ." That made me warm and fuzzy…

"You know where this is probably going to lead right?"

"Oh, you have no idea." She flashed her eyes at me. I was sure I did.

I did not.

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"This particular class has no guys in it. They are terrified that a young woman would tell them something they don't know about sexually pleasing their partner. But I'm going to tell you. I hope you took my precautionary email to heart. Some of you won't need it. I will guess that most of you will. You may be very wet after this class."

"I DO need to tell you that we have another teacher slash non-student sitting in on the class. I also need to tell you that he's my boyfriend. I don't know if he knows what I'm going to tell you or not. I hope he does… and I hope he doesn't."

Chuckles in the room.

"You are on the bed, on the sofa, or on the floor, or the back seat of a car. You want your partner to eat you out. Sure you might give him a blowjob later, or just let him fuck you. But you will want him to make you come. Let's face it. That's what sex is all about, even if you don't love that person, or like him, or it's just a one night stand. Bottom line… you want him or her her to to make you come…."

"Do not discount foreplay. Do it as long and as much as you can. Eventually, you will take off your panties and want your partner to go down on you. Most guys are just disgusted. Most girls not so much."

"I don't pretend to know all the secrets. But I will tell you the one that's probably going to work for you."

She was silent. For longer than I thought she would be.

"Miss McBae?"

"Raise your hands if you are all wet right now." Every hand went up. Every face a shade of crimson.

"Your panties are off, your legs are spread for his or her mouth. This is it. Tell him to do the alphabet with his tongue on your clit."

Ooookay. Noted. I thought.

"Miss McBae? What if he doesn't want to go down on you?"

"But he wants you to go down on him? Dump is fuckin' ass right after this class. You will never be sexually satisfied, but you will cave to his 'needs' " She airquoted.

"Ok. You have your sex journal, I will only ask a yes or no question. If you want to elaborate next class. Up to you."

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"What did you think?" Yf flashed him a smile.

I blinked at her stupidly.

"You get away with that? I wanted to drop my pants right there."

"Would you be surprised to know that a lot of girls touch themselves during the class?"

"I wanted to touch myself. That has got to be the toughest class to teach."

"It is. Do we need to relieve ourselves tonight?"

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"Do you want a beer?"

"I've never had a beer. I would rather have a gin and tonic."

"Oh! The Pantie Remover. News flash Mike. You don't need to ply me with booze. Just ask, I'll remove them."

"Good to know, but I also want to know how another 18 year old got herself booze. I have… um… a connection. But you?"

"I'm 22 Mike?"

Uh, I get to screw an older woman?"

"If you play your cards right. On second thought, you already have a Royal Flush.. You are now my boyfriend, you can screw me every time you feel like it… Pantie Remover it is."

She passed me the glass, "Might be a little strong, but I'm plying YOU with booze… I really need to take a shower. I'll make you another when I get out.

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Yffy came out in a bath robe. I was expecting it. I knew she was not wearing anything underneath…

"I need to show you something… it's not what you think."

She very carefully opened her robe in sections. Mike saw nothing but her midriff

It turns out she was wearing panties, Mike refrained from the booze joke, she pushed them down, almost to her hips. He saw a wide smiley face type scar. Almost a keloid scar, but not quite…

"Um, are you ok?"

"And this is why I think I love you Mike. I showed you one of my Frankenstein scars and the first thing you ask if I'm ok. Is it grossing you out?"

"Is… is that a C-section scar?"

"No Mike. It's a Tubal Ligation scar."

"Um, sorry… I…"

She saved my stupidity, she leaned forward and gave me a firm kiss. "I had my tubes tied. Medical reasons. I will never have your children. Fourth Gorilla. And this is gonna be the one you need to get over if you were hoping for kids."

"Don't care, Yf. I was NEVER shown how to be a good father. I was 12 when I realized I didn't even want to attempt to bring up a kid. Sorry Yf, if you thought I was daddy material. I'm really not."

"You said that like you really don't care? I don't know what to think…"

I sighed. "I know that's like a Darwinian builtin biological thing for some girls. Not for me. It's one of my gorillas.

She looked into my eyes, her own green eyes glistening, "If you were trying to make me love you even more… well… I'm pretty sure you could… but…"

And she started to cry again.

My new duty was to hug her tightly… and then tell her I loved her.

"Ok, this is me being a little thick in the skull, but does that mean you can never get pregnant?"

"Oh, my melysyn, it means three things. One I have to inform Dr. Owens of the medical miracle, then I'd probably have to inform the Vatican of the miracle… and… it also means you get to ride me bareback."