"I'm sure it would be the most popular course on campus."

"I'd teach an introductory course and an advanced one, plus a graduate seminar."

"You'd be the first full professor of masturbation in the country. A real first for any female."

"Would you come?" asked Susie, her eyes bright with excitement.

"I certainly would, are you kidding? Three hours of masturbating, I'd probably come twenty times. Minimally."

"Hey, that's great, Jody. I knew you wouldn't let me down."

"You'd have to insure my pussy, though. With all that activity, something might go awry. You know, amiss."

"I'd get a stunt man, I mean a stunt woman. She could do all the fancy things. You wouldn't have to worry."

"Hey, thanks, that's a big relief. I'd hate to risk my neck. We could get the movie rights, too. Distribute to sex education classes everywhere. We'd be rich." Jody was always thinking of money. When she wasn't thinking of sex.

"Are you so materialistic as all that?" cried Susie. Her disappointment in her friend was keen. "We wouldn't do this for MONEY! We would do it for pleasure. For the pleasure of spreading the word on this greatest of all sexual arts. We would contribute all proceeds to the Foundation for Masturbation. I mean, where is your sense of duty? Really, Jody. Money!

Bah humbug."

She finished the last bite of pancake. "I must go. I'd rather come. But I must go. What are your plans for after school?" She got up, and nearly bumped into the boy, who had finished clearing the trays from the tables all around them, and now was only pretending to clear trays away. He obviously had the hots for Susie.

"Why are you standing so close to me?" exclaimed Susie without a pause.

"I mean, why aren't you lying on top of me? I would vastly prefer it!"