Bio class

Paul felt a bit self-conscious as he got sultry looks from girls while sitting down to his next class, biology, but things seemed to begin to resemble the old routine as Mrs. Loewenhaupt stepped in. She was a fine woman but in a very repressed way, complete with her blonde hair up in a bun, and she had an intriguing way of looking up past her glasses at her students. As she came in and got set up at her desk, she gave the class one such over-the-glasses look, then noticed Paul and smirked.

"All right, class," she said, "I think some of you have been waiting for this topic -- human biology. Specifically, sex."

"I never wait for sex, Mrs. L -- I just GET it!"

It was Bruno Bratslavsky who yelled that out. Bruno's father, Dr. Basil Bratslavsky, was a rich, cultured, dignified man who simply refused to acknowledge what a hopelessly stupid and violent person his son was shaping up to be, something of an athlete but not much else, a classic stereotypical bully.

"That's not the kind of sex I'm talking about Bruno," Mrs. L continued, unabated. "I"m talking about simple basic facts that distinguish a man from a woman."

Bruno cackled. "I'm all the man a woman needs!"

"Rea-lly?" she teased. "How interesting." She seemed to contemplate a scheme. "Very well, Bruno -- get up her and show us your penis."

The class held its collective breath. Had she really just asked that?

"You may have to call in security!" Bruno joked.

"I'll keep that in mind -- now get up here and do it."

Brimming over with bravura, Bruno swaggered up to the desk and unzipped. Luckily for him, he had so much self-satisfied ego that it barely mattered that he was rather scrawny in that department. After the initial shock of the exposure, most of the girls just gave little sneers.

"Here we see a human penis," Mrs. Loewenhaupt continued. "But there is of course .. quite a variety to the human penis." She looked out at the class. "Oh, Paul?"

"Yes, Mrs. Loewenhaupt?"

"Bruno has shown us his. Now, why don't you get up here ... and show us yours?"

On the one hand, Paul took it as an odd request. On the other hand, it was much less odd than what he'd been through in the past hour or so, and he also understood that he had a chance to humiliate Bruno Bratslavsky somewhat.

"Sure, Mrs. Loewenhaupt," he replied, and walked up to the desk.