"Has everyone made the first incision on the dorsal side?" Professor Jacobs stood with his hands clasped behind his back, pacing back and forth between the laboratory tables where students sat clad in white smocks in her Biology 101 class.

Gradually Professor Jacobs sauntered in the direction of one of his older but prized students. "Ann, is everything okay here? Any problems separating the layer of skin from the muscle? Takes a steady hand to use the scalpel effectively."

"No, no problems, Professor." She gulped and swallowed hard as her deft hand sliced into the muscle of the artichoke-colored muscle ripping and tearing under the pressure of her graceful hand.

Professor Jacobs marveled at the woman's precision of movement. He'd taught at the University for twelve years, and never had he witnessed a female as captivated by the subject of biology as she. There was nothing this woman was frightened of. The professor, his index finger resting on his lip and one arm still clasped behind his back, recalled how enraptured and mesmerized she had been when a live snake was passed around the classroom, disproving the popular belief that snakes are cold to the touch. One student, he remembered, had fainted as Ann passed the snake entangled around her arm stroking its head, smiling.

"We have night classes with special instruction for those few students who excel in the field of biology and anatomy. Each student is given private lessons in dissection, just in case you're interested."

Ann raised her blonde head. "That's very kind of you, Professor. But you see I'm only going to school part time and I don't think it's really necessary."

Professor Jacobs removed his bifocals. He'd seen Ann from a distance, walking around the campus, books under her arm. She was, by any standards, one of the best looking women on campus. Once he had hidden in the bushes lining the football field, watching her with hungry eyes as the women's physical education class went through its ritual of exercises to warm up for their game of soccer.