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Ophelia the embarrassed teenaged girl did not want to say anything. Ophelia the teacher's pet knew the answer. The two waged a war and after a very brief struggle, the teacher's pet won out.

"Rubbers," said Ophelia, before she could stop herself. "Pills. Diaphragms. Just don't do it."

That last one was her father's, wording and everything. She clamped a hand over her mouth and sank back down into the couch.

But you needed-- Chris's jaw tightened and a dark expression crossed his face as he slumped further into the couch, then looked at Antony. "This thing is too damn crowded," he said about the couch before getting on the ground next to Rory.

It was a bit of a relief when the nine foot tall male got down, but Antony didn't notice. His head was still throbbing from the hit. He even reached up and rubbed the back of his head, it hurt so bad. He wondered if he had whiplash now. Did it work backwards?

Rory tilted her head at the whole 'babies' thing. Sure, she thought about it, but after the talk with Seren, an adult starmaker, she wasn't sure it would be the same. Babies wouldn't be the same, right?

Maybe? Huh! She looked back at Chris as he settled in next to her. At least she wasn't alone on the floor anymore and Antony, Wisp, and Ophelia had more room to sit.

She looked back up at Wisp and Pheli. "I think this is like 'the talk' in more depth," she whispered softly to the two girls. "Like, everything our parents are to embarrassed to say? Or something."

"Look," Chris said abruptly, getting over his embarrassment finally. "I ain't human. It's pretty obvious, I'd say. And I'm not built like--well, I am, in a way, but not in all ways. I think it'd be best for everyone if I asked Ash questions about sex, since he's actually like me." And he wanted out of this class, dammit!

"Could he possibly take me to the nurse's?" Antony said, looking rather pale. "I believe I might have a concussion."

Rory elbowed Chris for him trying to run off, and his overly blunt explanation. It made her curious, but much more embarrassed not as well. "If we have too, so do you," she told him. "You can ask Ash later."

She glanced at Antony and his pain, not knowing just how hard he was hit, then looked to Manny. She seemed the most calm in all this. Del was Del in her sweet-calmness, as always.

"Oh, for the love of God," said Ms. Lindy, unruffledly. She rapped on the board. Her son was still feigning death; Wisp had gone rigid at Ignacio's entrance, and was curling up half-behind Ophelia; the class was going south again. "Nacho, sit down, you're going to be late to your own funeral. Christian, I can see you're not human. Everyone can see you're not human. That's fine! Nonetheless, there's still a lot of theory you can gain from this class about relationships and respect, this isn't just technical sex stuff -- Antony, why would you have a concu -- Casca, can you take him to the nurse, please. With the proviso he comes back pretty soon."

The gargoyle boy startled awake, or at least made a show of startling awake. He got to his feet, yawning hugely behind one hand, stepping over people delicately as he stood by the door wand waited for Antony impatiently.

"It's okay," said Jace, sotto voce, beckoning for Iggy to sit down next to her. "His nervous system contains too much jerk for him to feel pain." (Then, dignifiedly aggrieved, she gave Antony the finger. Obviously she hadn't spoken to Irelia about what the case was; and Irelia was not present, apparently having a headcold.)

"Okay, less bad karma in the classroom, please," said Ms. Lindy a little more sharply. "Back to business. Foams, creams -- thanks for the 'pulling out', Del, you're right in that it's not a good thing to rely on. Let's talk non-penetrative sex."

At this, Wisp burst into giggles again, cramming her fist into her mouth. All her lip gloss was chafing off at this treatment.

Antony was staring at his hand, perhaps thinking of this "fingering" she spoke of, or at least appearing to, until you realized that the hand wasn't there, even though it was obviously held up in front of him.

"Oh damn," he said mildly as he lurched to his feet. "I hate when that happens." He glanced at Jace, noticing the finger and counting two of them as he awkwardly (but in a dignified manner) made his way for the door.

Chris glared at the teacher, crossing his arms over his chest and ignoring the fact that it was both awkward and comforting to sit next to Rory during this conversation. Not so much Wisp. Wisp seemed to have lost it.

Manny glanced over at Kisala's sudden outburst, distracted enough to miss seeing Antony stumble out. Why did they want to do it? She thought for a minute, trying to come up with a reason that didn't sound strange. "Sometimes it hurts," she admitted, "But most of the time it's good, and really relaxing." Over the past couple months she'd had a few flings with some of the younger guys in the congregation, none for very long. She stared at her feet while she spoke, shifting them around in the lacy heels she wore. Suddenly the implications of what she'd just said dawned on her and she looked up at the class nearly glowing. "Not that I... Um." she stuttered. Hopefully they wouldn't be relaying this to her mother.