"It doesn't hurt to take it easy..." Brian muttered, smirking at Vanessa. Their thoughts were usually on the same page, he was surprised that they didn't finish each other's sentences. Then he noticed how flushed she was. He assumed it was because she was warm. "You're wearing too many layers, you should take some off," he told her.<br/><br/>Just then, the professor began the lecture. He was somewhere in his forties and always wore tweed jackets, the kind with patched elbows that were so stereotypically "college professor" that it hurt. He had a droning, but not quite monotone, voice that had been putting half the class to sleep so far that term. "We'll be starting our unit on human anatomy with the things you coeds want to hear the most, so that you're not pestering me about it every class. Male sex anatomy first."<br/><br/>He pulled down a projection screen at the front of the room, the white canvas unrolling noisily. Clicking a remote, the ceiling-mounted projector hummed to life, and an illuminated cutaway of the profile of a penis and testicles appeared on the screen.