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"Hehe, no you shouldn't go around kissing everyone," he smirked. "Save your kisses now, for someone special."

Hmm, maybe she could teach the other Islanders to dance. Although, after getting permanent diving flippers, she may need to re-teach herself how to dance first. Her next question made his face drop.

She doesn't know about...oh dear lord...

If he was drinking at the moment, he would have choked on it in shock.

"You...you don't know...how it works?" he asked sheepishly.

Oz was still kind of in shock. It wasn't unheard of for people to be virgins right into their Thirties. But even taking Sayuri's culture into consideration, it felt so strange to be explaining the mechanics of sex to a fellow adult.

"Well, umm...your friend is right. That is basically how it works, but with other part of the anatomy instead," he spoke reluctantly, a blush starting to form on his cheeks too.

He wasn't a stranger to the act of love-making, but it was a case of 'do now, think later' with Oz, so actually trying to describe it was quite embarrassing really.

"And yes, men have the...poking thing...and you have the...circle," he said, now trying to stifle nervous laughs. "Its something you really can't be taught, you just have to wait for it to happen."

Uh oh. What had he just said!?

Oz began to wonder what this friend of hers had been telling Sayuri, and why she'd failed to mention the main thing about how love-making is done. Poor Sayuri, she must have led a very sheltered life indeed. He even wondered if she would even recognise her 'circle.'

"Urm, no, I don't think I can teach you that," the words fought their way past his awkward smile.

Hehe...well...I could, but that wouldn't be very honest of me...

"But it is nicer than kissing. Its...very pleasurable," he said, having to think long and hard about his word choice.

He should have been relieved that she didn't press him further, since he wasn't about to take advantage of Sayuri. And the thought of of trying to maneauvre his 'poke-thing' into her now scaled 'circle' made him feel like he was breaking the laws of nature.

But he almost felt rejected. No matter, this would be far from his mind later when his new situation would hit him hard. Very hard.

"Y'know, I haven't a clue," he searched his room for any signs of a clock. "I'd guess it was anytime after midday."

Shifting the duvet also shifted Oz's grasp of reality. Whilst still gnawing at the back of his mind, he had almost forgotten Sayuri's change since it was practically out of sight. He flinched ever so slightly as she shuffled around, but she'd never know - he smiled for her as she faced him.

"Its no problem Sayuri," he replied, bowing his head politely. "And don't worry about me. I'll figure something out...would you like some help back to your duplex?"

She looked pretty with her hair down.

"Oh...oh! I thought you wanted to leave...when you took the duvet off..." he smiled awkwardly.

Well done Oz! Upset your only friend.

He watched her carefully as she attempted to stand up and balance, practically flinching himself at her every movement, her every wobble. He wanted to be there to catch her.

When she fell over, he immediately shuffled himself over on all fours and kneeled beside her.

Oz looked down at his splayed hands, and then looked over his shoulder at his oversized rear-end. He looked like a bald old english sheepdog - big and fat, but nowhere near as cute. He laughed.

Gak! He shouldn't compare himself to animals...he didn't know which animal was his fate yet.

"...it seems to me, that you're still unsteady on your new feet...so I think...you should stay here. We can't have anyone kidnapping you can we? And what kind of friend would I be to let that happen?" he said with a growing smile, trying to make-up more 'excuses' for her to stay here.

He gently leaned in to her shoulder, almost as if he were a dog looking for a cuddle.