There was no cheerfully-chirped, "Good morning," from the front of the class today. Irene wasn't adorably perched on the edge of her desk as usual, either. Instead, she was standing near yet another dramatically-sheathed table with both hands folded neatly behind her back.
"First things first," she said crisply. "We have another question from the box."
She
almost didn't want to read it, if only because she didn't want to trivialize the use of the box itself -- but she really had to admire the tenacity at work here. She drew one hand from behind her back, reading off the slip of paper she was holding. "
Any girls want to get together after class?"
She very carefully did not look anywhere in particular, but added, "Once again, the identity of the asker is
anonymous." And yes, she was phrasing that deliberately. No reason. "So while I will have to decline the invitation brought forth by this wholly-unnamed party, I do hope that anyone who feels the desire to take him -- or her -- up on it," it was totally a him, "will be able to locate the correct person."
Because it would clearly be so difficult to do so.
"With that out of the way…." Irene strode over to the whiteboard and threw the projection shade up, revealing the words
Kink, Fetishes, and Safety. "On to today's class topic."
( I kept it vague and work-safe where I could, friends! but all the links are DEFINITELY NOT WORK-SAFE )