"Notice the difference."

"Notice the difference," said Mrs. Loewenhaupt. "As you can see, there can be quite a variety of penises. Bruno's is more ... average, but in some incredibly rare cases, you can get one as huge as Paul's is." She gave a naughty little smile to the class. "Take a good long look, girls -- you may never see one this huge for as long as you live! Oh, Bruno, you may zip up and step down now, thank you."

Paul took some satisfaction from the rather comical look of disbelief on Bruno's face as he sat down. He looked chastened, chagrined -- all manner of words that Paul knew only from class but was finally getting a real purchase on.

Mrs. Loewenhaupt drew close. "Now, Paul, I'm going to use your penis for our class discussion, so just stand still," she told him rather breathy. Her hands gingerly grasped it. "My God, it's so heavy!" she whispered. "It's like a big snake! Whoa!" But she seemed to get a grip on herself -- and it -- and turned back to the class. "Now, class, I've been hearing all kinds of stories circulating, that you think this thing has bone or muscle in it. It can be moved with muscle, and it can get as hard as, let's say, cartilage, but all it really is, is spongy tissue and blood. Notice the large healthy veins Paul's penis has, it can obviously be supplied with a lot of blood!"

Paul felt oddly relieved to have had sex with Mrs. Hunter, for he still felt both worn out and inhibited from the experience, and so he didn't mind Mrs. L handling him so intimately.

He heard a sigh, and turned back to Jessica Simmons. She had a strange forlorn expression, her eyebrows high and her eyes sparkling. She gave another soft plaintive sigh. None of this made sense to Paul, since this was the stereotypical picture of a girl falling in love. Yet this was only a tedious biology class.

The time flew by, with the girl students asking about sexual stimulus and response, and Paul was surprised to hear Mrs. L confirm pretty much the reverse of the "size doesn't matter" doctrine, assuring them that bigger was better.

When the class ended, Mrs. L asked him to stay by her desk. Jessica approached him and shyly said "Thank you, Paul!" before scooting out.

"Yes, thank you, Paul," Mrs. L said, now that they were alone. "Paul ... I heard what happened with Mrs. Hunter, and as your biology teacher, I think we need to talk!"

"We do?"

She locked the classroom door. "Oh, yeah. We sure do."