Mum and I filled it in together, briefly describing my ‘problem’; ignoring the minimum age limit, and our intimate mother-daughter sexual relation...hip. The next day Professor Lola G-Spot called on Skype – she was gorgeous – short bleach-blonde hair, rock-hard nipples and a West Coast deep tan (probably all over). Lola explained that she was the Visiting Professor teaching Sex Therapy and loved my orgasm videos that Mum had sent.Lola: “Alia could you come up for the weekend – I have some. I tried not to stare at her cute face by looking at the movie. She jerked me out my trance.“Chad. Here.” She handed me my worksheet, thanking me, leaving me one last time to look at her beauty.I was speechless. I liked her. I wanted her. I wanted to be with her. The thing was, I had no confidence at all. She did.The end of the semester came. Nicole was now Sophomore Duchess after homecoming. After a long time of thinking, on the last day before Christmas vacation, I decided to write a love note. There was a two-point carryover, because nobody had answered the last two questions. That often happens near the end, when the game is on the line, because if you are the first to answer, and you are wrong, you lose a garment. If you are naked, you accumulate a penalty for each wrong answer, to be assigned as soon as your sex is naked. Sometimes the penalties are less than pleasant.The question hit my screen. I knew the answer, so I answered it before anyone else could. I was wrong! Nobody else. A sword was a most impractical weapon against a wolf, a sling would be a much better choice. Once the wolf was dead, would a sword be much use to skin it with? It was a funny joke, and everyone laughed.John made himself a singlestick that was longer than usual, and trained by himself, as well as he was able, knowing at some point he would be among men who wore swords and who wouldn't treat him as an equal unless he also wore one. If he was going to wear a sword, he should be able to use it well.