As everybody shuffled into their seats, the professor again spoke, “My name is Mr. Minopolinoski....or just Mr. M. for those who don’t feel like learning that whole thing.” His gruff voice took command of the classroom despite his mundane introduction. “If you don’t already know who I am, which I would find ridiculous that you don’t, I am the coach for our famous Clawball team. I also run the weight room, and I was forced into teaching this bullshit sex ed class.” By this point, Mr. M.’s attitude took a turn for the worse, but he continued anyway, keeping his temper in check, though poorly. Lori could already feel whatever hopes she had for this being a tame class  slowly melting away and being flushed down the toilet.<br/><br/>“Before I get into role call and check attendance, I just want everybody’s attention up here. For those who don’t know, or for those who assumed it was just rumor, we do, in fact, have a new model for the HSE courses, and yes she is a real live human being.” He explained as he approached Lori’s chair. “Class, meet Lori Hathway. She’s-.....” as soon as Mr. M. got within a couple feet of Lori’s range, his stiffened. His eyes widened as he sniffed the air around her. The yellows that made up his irises started to take a slightly orange tinge to them as his pulse accelerated. “You’ve. Got. To. Be. Fucking. KIDDING ME!” He started off his words in a low threatening voice before completely blowing his top in an outraged yell. The yell was not directed at anybody in the room particularly, but if they had not been in the basement of the building, he surely would have woken even the most sound asleep mummy in the dorms.<br/><br/>Fuming, he shot a look at Lori before pacing the floor behind her, huffing in frustration. “Class!” He began, his temper lost but feigning composure, “let me explain what exactly this class is all about. To put it briefly, this ain’t no walk in the park. There will be screams. There will be pain. Sometimes, there might even be blood. While at some point occasionally you all might be the ones to experience this, majority of it will be HER!” He said, pointing a thick, pudgy finger almost inches from her face. “BUT! I have to teach you to take part in all of this while also upholding that damned treaty! WHICH MEANS! SHE! HAS! TO! SAY! YES! For you to partake.” By this point he was grabbing at his horns in utter frustration, much like one would grabbing at their hair. “In what WORLD!? At what POINT!? Would the answer to a proposition involving ANY of this,” he gestured to the wall of tools and devices, “be a ‘yes’ coming from A VIRGIN!” Mr. M.’s face now was only inches from hers, his yell sending spittle across her face. She could almost see the smoke coming from his nose and ears. Whatever fear she felt before class started was officially and completely obliterated by this new, sheer terror and concern for her own life as the Minotaur blew multiple gaskets. Her face and entire body turned the deepest shade of red, almost purple, from embarrassment on top of that.<br/><br/>Despite all that, he took a few breaths and forced himself to calm. He enjoyed his job as coach, and he wasn’t about to jeopardize it over this prude sent to him to be the new model. He stood up straight, clearly still less than alright with this news, and continued, but with a steadier, though louder than normal, voice. “I apologize for the outburst,” he said, though it seemed forced and rehearsed, “I am not in a right state of mind to continue this lesson.” Now Lori knew it had to be scripted as there was no lesson yet for him to continue. This must not have been the first time he’s lost it in the middle of a lecture. “Please dismiss yourselves while I regather my mental faculties. There is no homework, have a pleasant night, and I will see you all next week.” She wondered if the dean had something to do with that.<br/><br/>“But before then!” His temper was back, but much tamer than it had been. “You!” There’s that pudgy finger in her face again. “YOU have homework! By this time next week I need you to be experienced in at least BASIC sexual interactions! You are of no use to me otherwise! That means I expect you to have had sex at least once, no, THREE times before coming back here. And make sure they’re from three DIFFERENT guys. None of that bullshit mushy girly shit of ‘oh he was my first and he was perfect. There can’t possibly be any better. He’s my one true lover.’” He mocked the girliest voice he could muster with his bass. It was laughable at best, but Lori wouldn’t dare even smirk at his attempt. “Experience comes from variety! Got it?!”<br/><br/>Lori’s red face just stared up and listened, nodding only briefly. That was a tall order for her, but she couldn’t dare to say ‘no’ to him in this state...or in any state for that matter. She had no clue how she could accomplish it, but at this moment, that didn’t matter. She had her work cut out for her...unless she could get out of working for this class. Maybe she’ll bring it up to the dean.<br/><br/>“Now here.” It seemed the professor wasn’t done yet as he shoved one of the piles of papers into her arms. “Make yourself useful at least for today. Stand by the door and hand these out to everybody leaving. Class!” He turned to face the student body packing up their things, gathering their attention once more if he hadn’t already had it from him exclaiming Lori’s assignment. “Lori will be handing you a copy of the grading rubric and project schedule on your way out. DO NOT forget to take one! I will not be providing it again after today.” Lori didn’t even bother to try and argue. Mechanically, she jumped up from her seat and stood dutifully at the doorway, handing papers as requested, trying to hide her still tomato-colored face behind her hair.