Simon

The bell rang and the class quickly packed up whispering and laughing to each other as they did. Miss Love went to sit behind her desk and almost didn't notice the quiet Simon turning back. "Mi...Miss L..L..Love?" He stuttered nervously, playing with the strap of his back pack and looking down at his shuffling feet. "I..I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions," he said quietly.

"Of course Simon. I was surprised you weren't your usual fountain of questions today." She teased gently. Despite his constant questioning and need for recognition he was one of her favourite students.

"Well you see," he started, "I don't really know much about this... subject" he confessed to no surprise at all.

"All the more reason to ask questions," Miss Love encouraged, "But I understand this can be quite a difficult subject to speak up in. What would you like to know?"

"Well," He started for once unsure of how to phrase his uncertainty, "I know you said that everyone is different and likes different things but I have never done anything in this area and I am worried I might embarrass myself a bit." It was cute to see him so worried and Miss Love was tempted to tease him some more but decided it was probably better to just be straight with him and calm him down. "There is no need to be embarrassed with me Simon. You can ask me anything you want and I promise I won't laugh or tell anyone. I'm sure you have nothing to worry about."

Simon was reassured by her soothing words. He had a thousand questions rushing around in his head but there was one that kept coming to the front of his mind. He had always been a bit scrawny and was self conscious about his stature compared to other guys but while he had accepted that he would never have the broad shoulders and strong arms of guys like Jack this lesson had made him worried about one body part in particular. "You mentioned that people come in all different shapes and sizes but I was worried that I might be a bit... small." He confessed

This old question. No matter how many times she told classes that size was not important there was always one guy who was worried about it. She could understand where Simon was coming from, he hardly looked like the sort of guy to have anything to get excited about, but she told him gently, "Size is not something to worry about Simon. Women don't care how big you are and if you are with someone you like and who likes you back there is nothing to be worried about." While this was the "correct" thing to tell him she had to admit she was a big of a size queen herself. Despite that she decided to give him a bit of a white lie to keep him happy. "The average man is about 5" and I for one am more than happy with that as would any woman be."

Surprisingly Simon didn't look too thrilled. Maybe he was a little on the small side. She hoped he wasn't too crushed. "I know you are just lying to make me feel better," he said sadly, "thank you for that but there is no need to. I know 5" isn't the average." He had caught her out. It was only a little lie. Maybe she could still save this. "Size isn't..."

Before she could reassure him he pulled down his trousers. "I was hopping you could have a look at it."