Anderson pops in a video on the subject of the day. After the introduction, the TV screen shows a live-action camera of deep inside a woman's vagina a...s a man thrusts his penis inside. Mr. Anderson's eyes open about as wide as the front cover of our textbook. He sputters a bit before muttering, "I knew I should have watched this beforehand."The whole class watched in hushed silence for a few minutes until the thrusting penis began spurting semen into the depths of vagina. Mr. Anderson just about. He stammered a little bit.“Well, yes I guess you are sexy. But it's weird that you are asking; you are my best friend's sister,” Sam said.“Well I know. But do you think I'm as sexy as all the women in that magazine?” I replied.Then, being surprised still, he pulled out the magazine.“Well I guess so. But they are naked,” Sam said.“Well, would you need to see me naked for you to really make the call?” I asked.He really started getting a little nervous once again. Was I really turning him on, and. People can monitor those sparks.”“Monitor?”“Do you know what a hair net is?”“Like what those ladies wear at the cafeteria?”“Exactly. You wear something like that. They have what are called diodes. Little metal thingies. They can read the sparks, and since there’s a bunch of them on those hairnets, they can figure out where those sparks happen. But that’s all anyone can ever see. They see where your brain makes those things you see or you feel, but no one can know exactly what those sparks mean. On the final Friday morning, I was amazed to see Jim show up to lead a session. We were all on edge, because this afternoon we would go down to Sausalito for our final exam. The course fee included the cute B&B rooms tucked all around town for our hoped for successful trysts. Somehow, though, Jim riveted our attention with his presentation on one of the last steps in the program, successfully managing a mistress. He even arranged for us to get copies of a book on it sent to us. It put him in a.