Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)
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				Title: <strong>Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Farabor</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 02:40:53</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The camera opens upon a small, cluttered dorm room.&nbsp; One side of the room is covered in the usual textbooks and sports apparel one might expect in a modern college student's room.&nbsp; The other side, however, is practically packed solid with books.&nbsp; &nbsp;Makeshift bookshelves line the walls and floors, the desk covered with papers.&nbsp; &nbsp;Bent over a laptop is the slender form of a college sophomore.&nbsp; His messy, dark brown bangs somewhat hide his thick glasses and hazel eyes.&nbsp; He's dressed quite simply,&nbsp; in a featureless black t-shirt,&nbsp; black slacks, and black sneakers.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The camera pans in over his shoulder,&nbsp; to the desktop.&nbsp; He's opening an email, which reads as follow:<br><br>Dear Benjamin Miller,<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Congratulations!&nbsp; You have been selected for the summer internship position at the Institute for Applied Cognitive Sciences.&nbsp; &nbsp;Please arrive at our research facility at 121 Atrium Lane on Tuesday,&nbsp; September 15th, 2009.&nbsp; &nbsp;Your usual start time will be 9 AM, but please arrive at 8:15AM on Tuesday to fill out the necessary paperwork and non-disclosure agreements.<br><br>Sincerely,<br><br>Bethany Sloane,&nbsp; &nbsp;Human Resources.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ben just stares at the screen for an extended period of time, his jaw dropped.&nbsp; &nbsp;That's a coveted internship with the famous Dr. Nathalie Friedman, a legend in the field!&nbsp; &nbsp;He only put in his application as a lark, she normally takes post graduate students,&nbsp; people working on their second doctorate!&nbsp; Sure,&nbsp; he's a 4.0 student in the most advanced track, already taking 400 level computer science and psychology courses,&nbsp; but still...<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The next several days are a montage of prep work.&nbsp; &nbsp;He begs for extra money from home,&nbsp; enough to go to the Men's warehouse and get a dark blue business suit, with several equally dark dress shirts and a beige and burgundy striped tie.&nbsp; He gets his hair styled,&nbsp; &nbsp;the long locks pulled back into a professional short ponytail in the back.&nbsp; &nbsp;He showers&nbsp; several times a day,&nbsp; &nbsp;and in between, he studied every academic paper Dr. Friedman has published...although all but the abstracts of the paper prove to be beyond his understanding.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;On the appointed morning,&nbsp; he shows up 7:50AM,&nbsp; &nbsp;looking uncomfortable and out of place in his suit and tie,&nbsp; carrying a briefcase,&nbsp; moving to the counter.&nbsp; &nbsp;Deep, slow breaths as he focuses on just filling out the paperwork, his mind far too busy to actually pay attention to what he's signing.&nbsp; &nbsp; Finally finished,&nbsp; he's instructed by the receptionist to take the elevator to the fifth floor.&nbsp; &nbsp; As he the elevator doors close behind him, the camera fades out....<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 18:55:21</strong>
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				Bethany popped her head into Dr. Friedman's office without knocking and said, "Dr. Freidman, Mr. Miller is on his way up.&nbsp; Where do you want me to put him?"<br><br>Nathalie Friedman looked up from the notes she was reviewing and pondered the question for just a moment before responding.&nbsp; "Just bring him in here, Bethany, I'll give him the tour myself," she said before picking up the remnants of her quad-venti-nonfat latte and downed it.&nbsp; She grimaced.&nbsp; The coffee had grown cold in the intervening half hour since her last sip. <br><br>As Bethany slipped out the door to retrieve her newest intern, she flipped open the chart that she had created for him.&nbsp; There wasn't much to go on.&nbsp; No photo, so she had no idea what to expect.&nbsp; But, he was an undergrad, so he would be young. And, he had as good as you could hope for transcript.&nbsp; She was pretty sure that he would be more than adequate, even though she liked having grad students or post-doctoral students on her staff.&nbsp; They were older, more experienced, and, generally, more versed in her world.<br><br>But, the latest round of funding had stipulated she move to a staff that included twenty percent undergraduates.&nbsp; When Mitch had up and quit, he had put her in quite a difficult position.&nbsp; Sure, he had fallen in love and moved away to another state, but she hated it when people gave short notice.&nbsp; She'd been rushed to fill in his position, and frankly, she'd rather have an undergrad who looked promising than the dregs of grad students who were still scraping at this late notice to get an internship anywhere for the year.<br><br>She suspected Mr. Miller had probably applied thinking he would apply every year until he was finally seen as doggedly persistent and be chosen, finally, as a grad student.&nbsp; Alternately, he could be one of those cocky whippersnappers who feels he's qualified for anything he applies to.&nbsp; She would know soon enough which attitude applies and respond accordingly.&nbsp; <br><br>She stood up and stretched for a moment before turning on the hot water kettle.&nbsp; It was time for her to switch to herbal tea for the day.&nbsp; She tossed her empty latte cup in the trash and pulled the long wooden sticks out of her hair.&nbsp; She ran her fingers through her long auburn locks and gathered them together again into a high pony tail.&nbsp; She twisted it around and around and looped the end underneath the bulk of the twist before putting the sticks back in to secure her tightened bun.&nbsp; She put her reading glasses back on and returned to her previous review of the latest work.<br><br>Bethany pushed the door open and swung it wide to announce the latest arrival, "Mr. Miller..."&nbsp; She waved her arm at the&nbsp; empty chair in front of Dr. Friedman's desk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Farabor</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 04:12:57</strong>
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				Ben follows the woman up the elevator,&nbsp; too distracted by his own thoughts and trying to hide his nerves to say anything. Still, as Bethany waves him into the room, he manages a soft smile and a mumbled "Thank you.", before moving past her into the office.<br><br>His hand squeezes his briefcase handle a bit too tightly as his eyes flicker briefly over the room, before settling on the form of Dr. Friedman.&nbsp; "Good morning...." He murmurs, trying to sound calm, but the hint of fluster is there.&nbsp; It takes him another long moment before he realizes hew as waves to sit, at which point he hurries over,&nbsp; moistening his lips. "This is an honor. I...I promise I'll work hard....."<br><br>He pauses,&nbsp; catching his breath, then offers her a bit of an embarrassed smile,&nbsp; as he makes himself sit up straight, and still, in the chair.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 19:16:47</strong>
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				Nathalie smiled broadly and took of her reading glasses, folded them closed and placed them in their spot on her desk.&nbsp; She could see the young man was clearly nervous.&nbsp; And that he looked even younger than she had thought he might. It had been a while since she'd spent much time around undergrads.&nbsp; It was time to take on a class or two at the University so she didn't lose complete touch with the youth of the world.<br><br>She moved her cup of hot tea so that both her hands wrapped around the mug comfortably.&nbsp; "Welcome to my team, Mr. Miller." <br><br>Her voice was low and inviting.&nbsp; "I'll tell you what.&nbsp; Why don't you put the briefcase down, and we'll start by giving you a tour of the facility.&nbsp; And, I'll introduce you to some of your colleagues, and then we'll talk more directly about your role in the current project."<br><br>She stood up with her mug in her left hand and walked toward where he was sitting.&nbsp; She had missed a strand of hair in her latest round of twisting and turning, and, annoyed that it flopped across her cheek, she pushed it casually behind her ear, the bottom edge of the curl wrapped around the lobe and into her ear.&nbsp; She waved him up and out of his chair.&nbsp; <br><br>"Follow me this way..." she said turning toward the door.&nbsp; "Do you have any general questions to start with?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Farabor</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 23:06:48</strong>
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				Ben offers the doctor a relieved looking smile at her welcome....she seems a lot less intimidating than he had feared.&nbsp; He nods at her offer,&nbsp; &nbsp; moistening his lips as his eyes follow the motion of that strand of hair for perhaps a bit longer than his polite, before he quickly looks down, nodding.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Of course...thank you..."<br><br>He rises to his feet, leaving the unfamiliar briefcase behind, his hands brushing lightly against his thighs for a moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;At her question, he pauses,&nbsp; then offers her another hesitant smile. "Honestly...I don't even know enough to ask an intelligent question, right now, Dr. Friedman?&nbsp; But I learn quickly!'<br><br>His eyes practically shine with hope and determination,&nbsp; &nbsp;prepared to do whatever it takes to prove that he's worthy of this prestigious honor.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 20:51:06</strong>
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				Nathalie was impressed by his willingness to acknowledge his ignorance so directly.&nbsp; Frankly, she was tired of the know it all snots who appeared with a seeming sense of self importance and entitlement.&nbsp; She smiled and said, "Well then follow me, and then you can ask the questions I'm sure you'll develop as we go along."<br><br>She led him out into the corridor and down the hall.&nbsp; "This hall is filled with staff.&nbsp; Each of us has our own specialty, and our own projects.&nbsp; You work for me.&nbsp; If&nbsp; anyone else asks you to do something, you tell them you have to clear it with me first.&nbsp; Sometimes, other projects need a helping hand, and I don't mind lending staff if we have a slow down or something.&nbsp; But, always check.&nbsp; Dr. Mason is known for trying to hijack my employees.." she said as the good Dr. Mason opened his doorway just then.<br><br>He laughed and said, "Oh...usually I just want the pretty girls&nbsp; you have, Nathalie. He'll probably be safe from my attentions." He clapped Ben on the back as he went off in the other direction.<br><br>Nathalie rolled her eyes and continued toward the end of the hallway.&nbsp; Opening a the large unmarked door at the end, she turned to the right into the interior of the laboratory itself.&nbsp; This was an entirely different seeming place.&nbsp; It gleamed in its whiteness and cleanliness.&nbsp; A central staff module was surrounded by ten different lab doors.&nbsp; Each was labeled neatly with a number at the center of it's doorframe.&nbsp; A shiny silver chart holder hung on the wall to the right of each room.<br><br>She motioned him to the center section where several dividers gave people their individual spaces.&nbsp; She looked around to confirm there was an empty space and said, "Ah...yes...your cubicle will be this one..." she motioned toward the small space with a little desk and a state of the art computer sitting front and center on said desk.<br><br>"I hope that your good grades in stats will be of use..." she said before spinning off in another direction. <br><br>"Over here are my projects modules.&nbsp; We have three portions to thee study we are currently doing.&nbsp; THe first week or so, I'll have you observe as my other interns implement the tests.&nbsp; After that, we'll figure out which module to put you in."<br><br>She opened the first door and said, "Our subjects never see this side.&nbsp; They enter through an outside door.&nbsp; They were standing in an observation room with plenty of monitoring equipment.&nbsp; A young woman in a white lab coat looked up from her novel she was reading and put it down quickly.<br><br>"Doc...doctor Freidman...I was..." she started, blushing furiously.<br><br>Nathalie put up her hand and said, "Just skip it Marissa.&nbsp; I know this part can be boring..."<br><br>THrough the observation window--which was obviously a mirror to the person inside, she noticed a middle-aged man leaning over the written test.&nbsp; She explained to Ben,"The first portion is the written test.&nbsp; We ask the subjects to answer a lengthy questionnaire about their sexual habits.&nbsp; If they score above a ten, they are asked if they would like to continue to the next stage.&nbsp; IF they score below a ten, they are thanked for their time and paid before being sent on their way.&nbsp; It's rare to find anyone scoring under ten these days--only a virgin would be able to do that, I think."<br><br>Marissa laughed and said, "Never seen one yet..."<br><br>"Now...oh!" she said, looking closer at the subject.&nbsp; He had stood up and was looking around the room.&nbsp; The cameras were hidden, and the mirror was not obviously a two way piece of glass.&nbsp; He sat back down in his chair and looked around nervously a second time before slipping his hand inside his pants.<br><br>Marissa groaned, "Oh my god...this is so gross."<br><br>Nathalie patted her on the back and said, "The camera's getting it, you don't have to watch you know.&nbsp; Looks like the questions got him a bit excited."&nbsp; She raised an eyebrow and said, "Mr. Miller, that doesn't happen all that often, but maybe one in fifty? "<br><br>She shook her head and turned toward the door.&nbsp; "The second module consists of applying electrodes to the head and heart to take EEG and EKG readings as we pass images on a screen.&nbsp; We record the response to each image with each subject," she said as she moved to another door.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Farabor</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 03:30:49</strong>
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				Ben smiles back at his new boss,&nbsp; &nbsp;breathing easier at her response to his admission of ignorance.&nbsp; His eyes flicker about as she guides him down the hall, nodding wordlessly in response to her instruction to clear any additional work with her.&nbsp; &nbsp;A blink, perhaps uncertain if Dr. Mason is joking or not,&nbsp; before he offers the latter a soft smile and a nod.<br><br>The sight of his cubicle amidst the ultramodern center seems to bring a sense of normalcy and comfort to the sophomore,&nbsp; &nbsp; an easier smile at the question about statistics.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Yes, well...Mark Twain's thoughts to the contrary, I do think I can find a few truths with stats...."<br><br>As Marissa is caught reading on the job, he flashes her a sympathetic smile, even as his eyes move to skim the title of the novel she was reading...then he glances up as Dr. Friedman starts to describe the surveying process. His eyes widen a touch, perhaps not realizing the subject of her research...<br><br>His cheeks flush lightly as they comment upon needing to find a virgin to score low on the survey, quickly looking away,&nbsp; towards the one way glass..in time to catch the man start his activity.&nbsp; HIs breath catches, eyes widening further as he finds himself staring for a long moment...then as he's addressed by the doctor, talking about how rare this is, he gulps,&nbsp; looking back up at her...then forces a deep, slow breath, and a nod, closing his mouth, doing his best to put on a professional expression, his hands brushing nervously for a moment against his pants.<br><br>He moves to follow her, breathing a sigh of relief as her words leave the subject behind, moving on to more clinical matters,&nbsp; nodding slightly, showing his understanding, though he doesn't say anything, obviously still working on getting himself over the embarrasment of a few moments ago.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 21:06:58</strong>
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				Nathalie took a double take when Ben's cheek seemed to flush a bit.&nbsp; Then, she opened the next door.&nbsp; Two people in lab coats were in a room with a subject.&nbsp; Electrodes seem to cover the subject's body and then they wrapped her up in a nice warm-looking blanket.&nbsp; They seemed to talk to her giving her some directions before leaving the room and joining Nathalie and Ben in the observation area.&nbsp; They turned the lights down low and a screen on the wall began to show photographs.<br><br>The first grouping was nature images.&nbsp; Flowers.&nbsp; Trees.&nbsp; Shrubs.&nbsp; Mountains.&nbsp; The computer screened showed little squiggle lines that Nathalie read easily enough, but pointed out to Ben,"Ah...there...you see both the EEG and EKG reads as mostly calm and calming down still. There's usually a little apprehension at the start of this test as having electrodes put all over you does tend to increase metabolic rates all around.&nbsp; The first series of pictures is meant to get the subject calm and in a neutral state."<br><br>All in all, several dozen calming images flipped across the screen.&nbsp; Then, an image of a pretty woman appeared.&nbsp; Then an image of a handsome man appeared.&nbsp; Images of people from all around the world in various garb flipped past at the rate of about one per every&nbsp; five seconds.&nbsp; The pictures became those of more scantily clad people, both men and women, until they were all nudes, then couples holding hands...kissing, touching, and ultimately, having sex.&nbsp; Images of women and men, men and men, women and women floated by.&nbsp; As the photo switched to that of a man tied to a bed, the EKG and EEG both showed a significant change from the subjects neutral state. <br><br>"Well no surprise in this one...Shall we continue?" she asked Ben turning toward the door. "The next phase is a simple interview about their experience watching. Rather boring really...just a white coat across the table from the subject with a piece of paper."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Farabor</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 08:21:38</strong>
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				Ben seems to have regrouped.&nbsp; The sight of the woman in the clinical setting doesn't seem to effect him.&nbsp; He nods in response to the doctor's explanations of the readings, clearly understanding at least the theory involved,&nbsp; if not the specific interpretation of each display.<br><br>As the images start to get more risque,&nbsp; &nbsp;Ben focuses on maintaining a professional detachment,&nbsp; having had some forewarning from the survey as to what they were testing.&nbsp; Still, at the image of the man tied down,&nbsp; his breath catches...and once more a brief flush crosses his skin as he hears the doctor's voice at that very moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;He looks up,&nbsp; &nbsp;a 'caught' expression on his features, before he quickly takes a breath, then another,&nbsp; &nbsp;nodding slightly, as he murmurs. "Of...of course, doctor."<br><br>The description of the next phase gives him more time to reassert that bland, professional appearance,&nbsp; obviously focusing on the mundane details.&nbsp; &nbsp;He doesn't risk speech, though,&nbsp; except for brief, respectful responses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 01:41:18</strong>
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				"Generally, we start with new interns running through the test to get a feel for what happens to the subjects," she said.&nbsp; "With interns, however, I don't look at the results.&nbsp; We don't actually run the initial screening through the computer, but shred it instead.&nbsp; We apply the electrodes but don't record them.&nbsp; That way you can feel like your co-workers aren't seeing your most intimate thoughts and don't know your private details."<br><br>She turned the corner and opened another door.&nbsp; "This is the lounge.&nbsp; There's a microwave, fridge...an automatic espresso machine.&nbsp; You'll find people tend to gather in here when there's down time."<br><br>She led him back to his desk and said, "So...Ben...That's the basics.&nbsp; The aftermath is both a subjective analysis and a quantitative analysis of the subjects.&nbsp; All the data is cross referenced and, by the end of this, we are hoping to know more about how certain attitudes toward sex and human sexuality are developed--how much the home environment really plays in creating sexual identity."<br><br>She smiled broadly before adding, "Well, then, what do you think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Farabor</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 16:08:25</strong>
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				His eyes widen for a moment as he's told he's expected to be a test subject, breath catching....then he breathes a sigh of relief as she explains the safeguards.&nbsp; Still, there's a faint hint of flush that lingers on his cheeks.&nbsp; He breathes a little sigh of relief as she shows him to the break room, the normality of it giving him a chance to regroup.<br><br>As he follows her back to the office and hears her sum up the work,&nbsp; &nbsp;he takes another slow breath, then nods slightly, managing a soft smile.&nbsp; "Well,&nbsp; I'm sure I can hack the math and statistical side of things....I'm, umm....to be honest, not sure how well I'd do at the interview side?"<br><br>His weight shifts a bit awkwardly from foot to foot, that faint flush returning to his cheeks.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 17:40:12</strong>
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				Nathalie didn't miss the flush of his cheeks and wondered if the topic might be a bit overwhelming for the young man.&nbsp; She closed her office door behind them and said, "You know, sometimes it takes a while to get used to the subject matter.&nbsp; I've been involved in this type of research for so long, that I have literally broken down any and all sexual taboos I once had as a younger woman.&nbsp; I used to blush when I would say "cunnilingus" or "fellatio" for example.&nbsp; Now, if it has to do with sex, I'm pretty much an open book."<br><br>She sat on the edge of her desk, her long legs crossed at the ankles and pointed Ben to the chair in front of her.&nbsp; "Tell me Ben, does the interview end of things scare you because of the frank sexual talk?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Farabor</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 21:24:31</strong>
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				His eyes flicker to the door as she closes it,&nbsp; then his breath catches once more,&nbsp; moistening his lips instinctively as she talks,&nbsp; his eyes retreating from hers....he finds himself following the motion of her legs,&nbsp; staring at her feet for a long few moments.....before he takes a deep breath, then another,&nbsp; before nodding slightly, glancing up, a bit of a plaintive expression in his features.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes, Doctor....but it's, umm....just a bit of a surprise. I promise, I'll work on it......"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 20:21:06</strong>
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				Nathalie looked at Ben for a long moment.&nbsp; He seemed so young.&nbsp; If she were ten or fifteen years younger she'd have found him an ideal seeming sort of boyfriend.&nbsp; The thought wiggled into her mind that it wasn't unheard of these days for older women to take on younger lovers.&nbsp; It came unbidden, and yet, as she watched Ben's slight discomfort, she knew that there was something promising in it.<br><br>When he applied for the internship, he must have known that he'd be working in the field of human sexuality, but perhaps he hadn't realized how closely he'd be working with the subject matter.<br><br>"No time like the present," she said.&nbsp; "You'll need t feel comfortable with the words and phrases we use.&nbsp; Our subjects tend to use conventional slang for various activities or body parts.&nbsp; We have to translate them into a smaller number of more clinical terminology.&nbsp; Cunt, twat, pussy all convert nicely into Vagina.&nbsp; Giving Head, blow jobs, and the like turn into Fellatio.&nbsp; &nbsp;Going down, eating out turn into cunnilingus and so on.&nbsp; We&nbsp; actually have a table of all the slang we've encountered.&nbsp; I love it when we get folks from other countries just for their slang."<br><br>She watched Ben's face carefully as she spoke, wondering just innocent he might really be.&nbsp; She couldn't help but recognize the little twinge between her legs as she pondered how much she might need to teach him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Farabor</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 01:02:30</strong>
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				Ben may not know what she's thinking about,&nbsp; but still, he shifts a bit,&nbsp; feeling her attention,&nbsp; his gaze retreating down to the ground, until she speaks up again.&nbsp; &nbsp;Glancing up,&nbsp; he nods slowly at her first words....then his breath catches,&nbsp; hearing those words come out of the doctor....<br><br>He tries to control his reaction, his breathing.&nbsp; &nbsp;He doesn't want to lose this job...but still, his cheeks flush, his eyes widen a touch,&nbsp; his body rocks slightly from foot to foot,&nbsp; one hand brushing lightly against his thighs.&nbsp; &nbsp;He manages a deep breath, then another, when she stops, nodding.&nbsp; A swallow, before he murmurs. "I...can see how that's important, Doctor...." <br><br>Whether it's the subject matter at hand,&nbsp; the attention of the older woman in authority over him,&nbsp; &nbsp;or the embarrassment causing it may be hard to tell,&nbsp; but there's a definitely noticeable tent forming at the crotch of his black slacks....though it's a good bet that he hasn't realized it,&nbsp; for he's doing nothing to hide the evidence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 00:57:56</strong>
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				Nathalie couldn't help but noticing the young man's discomfort.&nbsp; She sensed it, and some inner part of her fed on it, like a cat of prey she was instantly more aware of him, not as an employee so much as a young man.&nbsp; Her eyes raked across his body, taking in his budding erection that was forming a nice package in his pants.&nbsp; Clearly he was turned on by the conversation.&nbsp; Nathalie had enough experience to know that these young men would rarely, if ever, say anything when she used them.&nbsp; They wanted good positions in the field, and she had the power to make them or break them.<br><br>She turned back to the door and poked her head out.&nbsp; "Make sure I'm not disturbed for any reason," she said quietly and closed the door behind her.&nbsp; She snapped the lock into place quietly, but the metal pin hit inside louder than she expected.&nbsp; She approached the still standing Ben from behind and said very quietly in his ear, "Perhaps certain things must be experienced before being understood. Hmmm?"&nbsp; She circled him then, openly looking at the bulge in his pants, checking out his lithe frame the entire time.<br><br>Once she had completed a full circuit she stood before him, she lifted a hand to his jaw and grasped it gently under his chin.&nbsp; "Tell me Ben, how many times have you had sex?"&nbsp; She suspected his answer and showed it in her eyes, a sort of "do tell me boy" dare flashed in her smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Farabor</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 03:11:09</strong>
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				Ben continues to fidget a bit as she looks him over, considering him....he's clearly clueless as to what's going on through her head,&nbsp; looking very lost, uncertain, worried.......<br><br>He looks over his shoulder as she moves to the door, then his breath catches as he hears her instruction,&nbsp; then hears that ominous sound,&nbsp; &nbsp;the sensation of being trapped growing...<br><br>His breath catches as she steps up behind him, a little whimper escaping his lips as he hears that whisper in his ear, feels her presence.....his eyes flicker shut,&nbsp; and he gulps for air...causing him not to notice, perhaps her look at the signs of his erection, which if anything, must be growing slightly painful for the youth.<br><br>The grip of his jaw causes another gasp, his eyes flickering open, widening as he stares up at her, his hands hanging limp, helpless at his sides,&nbsp; &nbsp;uncertainty and fear and arousal all mixed up in a heady concoction.&nbsp; The question causes a whimper, his cheeks flushing brightly, heart pounding.....it takes him a long few moments,&nbsp; before his eyes flicker shut for a moment, and he admits, very softly.&nbsp; "None.....Doctor?"&nbsp; His eyes then slowly open,&nbsp; plaintively,&nbsp; pleading with her, though whether to let him escape,&nbsp; or for her to continue is hard to tell.&nbsp; Perhaps he doesn't even know himself....<br>\
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 00:19:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her left eyebrow raised a tiny bit as he answered just as her lips curved upward.&nbsp; She shook her head.&nbsp; "You know...I don't think I could have a virgin work on this project.&nbsp; It would be...difficult.&nbsp; Perhaps embarrassing."<br><br>She let go of his chin and gently stroked his hair, "So..tell me, Ben...exactly what have you done with a woman?&nbsp; Have you ever kissed a girl? Touched a breast?&nbsp; Fingered a clit?&nbsp; Licked a cunt? How far have you gone?"&nbsp; She reached to the back of his head and pulled at his hair, turning his face side to side so she could see his reddened face.&nbsp; "You want to keep this internship, don't you Ben?"&nbsp; she asked.&nbsp; She paused and gave him time to answer her rapid fire set of questions.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Farabor</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 01:19:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ben gulps at her first words,&nbsp; moistening his lips, that confused mixture of emotions still overwhelming his expression.&nbsp; &nbsp;As her hand moves from controlling his chin to stroking his hair, he breathes a sigh of relief, leaning into it slightly,&nbsp; seeking the comfort.....then a whimper escapes him at her questions.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He starts to let his eyes flicker shut...then gasps as his hair is gripped, eyes opening, his head so easily manipulated, controlled,&nbsp; his bright red blush spreading down to his neck,&nbsp; his expression desperate as he stammers. "Y..yes doctor...I....I've never.....nothing....." he admits, panting,&nbsp; even as his erection strains painfully against his pants,&nbsp; if anything even more excited now.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 01:23:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nathalie brought her lips close to his virginal lips and said, so that the puff of her breath caressed them gently, "Do you know what you'll have to do to stay on, here, Ben?"&nbsp; Her one hand still gripped his hair as the other reached forward and grabbed his erect cock through his pants.<br><br>"Part of you knows...is ready and eager, Ben," she added.&nbsp; "Does that intelligent little brain of yours know what to call it?"&nbsp; She stroked his cock through the fabric, pressing firmly at the tip with the palm of her hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Farabor</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 04:26:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ben gulps, hearing those soft words....then he groans as she suddenly grips him,&nbsp; his hips instinctively thrust forward,&nbsp; seeking the contact.&nbsp; He mewls out,&nbsp; &nbsp;hearing her words,&nbsp; his hands gripping the side of his pants, nodding slowly.&nbsp; "Y..y.yes....my....my p..penis?"&nbsp; He stammers out, then gulps for air,&nbsp; as his eyes plead with the older woman.&nbsp; "Please......"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 22:27:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nathalie continued to stroke his cock.&nbsp; She delicately brushed her lips against his and dropped the hand from his hair to grab one of his.&nbsp; She lifted it to her breast and held her own hand over his, pushing gently to encourage his own exploration.&nbsp; "Ben, seriously, I can't have a virgin on this team.&nbsp; If you agree to a personal little internship with me, I think I can give you a pretty broad scope of study."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Farabor</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 00:48:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ben lets out a little whimpery mewl at all the sensations....his hand takes a long few moments after being placed on her breast to start to move on its own, his fingers ever so hesitantly spreading out, rubbing, exploring.&nbsp; Hearing her words, he gulps, trying to catch his breath. "I...kay?&nbsp; I...I mean..... I...if..I don't know what to do...."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Internship in Human Sexuality (Cecilia/Farabor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 20:31:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh...come on, Ben...surely you've had fantasies before.&nbsp; Surely, you've masturbated before...what do you think about when you masturbate, Ben?" she asked quietly.&nbsp; "Do you think about breasts, Ben?"<br><br>She stepped back and began to unbutton her jacket.&nbsp; Underneath, she wore a silk white cotton shell with a lacy white bra that did little to hide the darkness of her hardening nipples.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Let's start with breasts, Ben.&nbsp; First you must uncover them."&nbsp; She held up her arms and said, "Lift off my shirt and then take off my bra."<br><br>She smiled at him encouragingly as she waited, "It's not rocket science Ben...you want to touch my naked breasts, don't you."&nbsp; Her voice didn't lilt up into a question, but, rather, dropped into a low and husky demand.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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