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Sex Thru The Ages, 9/08

The day after a holiday and one can only hope that people aren't hungover from celebrating. Well, if they were American. And from a time period that Labor Day is celebrated.

Look, it was an excuse for a day off for a lot of people. That's good enough for a party most of the time.

"Good morning class, today we'll be looking into another era in the history of sex. This time it will be ancient Egypt. Which, trust me, will hold your attention if you find prostitution and ritual virginity losing ceremonies to be just slightly interesting."

"Although," Algren noted, casting a sidelong look at Kirk, "prostitution seems a strong word. Considering the day and age, with medicine the way it was and the average life expectancy so much lower than it is now, the ancient Egyptians had sound reason for what they did."

Riiiight. Thank you for that bit of losing the interest of teenagers there.

"A more... enlightened view of sex then?" Jim suggested. "Where women who exchanged sex for monetary gain or religious purposes advertised their 'wares' as it were by wearing essentially fishnet dresses or tattooing their thighs and going nude."

Algren was a killjoy. He was not sorry for it in the least.

"The goal was to not only conceive a child, but to survive childbirth and bear healthy offspring," he noted, dryly. "If they managed to survive childbirth, then they would come to be seen as a desirable prospect as a future wife. They held elaborate ceremonies, festivals, if you will, which existed for the sole purpose of culminating in a mass..."

... He balked. Look, he was Victorian. There were some words that existed in his vocabulary well enough that were never going to leave his mouth.

"Orgy," Jim said for him, putting extra emphasis on it just to piss the man off.

"... Thank you, Jim." Algren did not look terribly thankful.

Jim gave him a pleasant smile. "No problem. If a woman survived childbirth, you had the opportunity to pick your husband. Polygamy was technically legal, but not engaged in for the most part mostly do to the inability to support so many wives and children."

"While we don't know the exact specifics of the customs involved in the 'act of' during such... events, we do know several key points about the ancient Egyptians." Algren straightened out his jacket. It was not an uncomfortable twitch, shut up. "We know that, for starters, they had absolutely no problems with nudity, in the day, and their paintings were abundant in sexual innuendo. They wrote graphic love poetry, and their sexual practices followed the lead of the Egyptian goddess, Hathor." Why yes, that absolutely was a handout or two, for the curious. "Their society was, in fact, highly centered around fertility."

"So, today we'll be having you try your hand at Egyptian poetry," Jim said, relaxing as he leaned against the teacher's desk. "Yes, love poetry. And we do encourage you to be as graphic as need be ~~keeping in mind this is an open comm~~."

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"That's why he loves me," she joked, grinning easily. "Now, your turn."

"What, rhyming?" He made a face before trying to come up with something that would satisfy the activity somewhat. "If you wanna, you can be flirty. Because we all know that just leads to dirty."

That wasn't good at all but he was damn proud of it as evidenced by his grin. "Look at that, first try!"

"Not bad," she laughed. "Not bad at all." And more themed than her attempt, at least.

"Think we should add that to this poem?" It would be a start.

"I think it might get us going, if anything," Alex said, scrawling the sentence down. "You wanna try and add some more?"

"And dirty we all know is fun," she continued cheerfully, even if she had no idea where she was going with this. "Don't pretend you want to run?" Well, she knew enough people flaily about that who might try.

"We're poets and didn't even know it."

No, they really weren't. She should probably stick with the art...

"That's a masterpiece," he said and wrote down her contribution. "Much better than anything these Egyptians probably wrote. My turn, right?"

Angela nodded her confirmation as she flicked her own pen against her hand.

"I thought they wrote mostly in pictures," she admitted. "Hieroglyphs I could do..." Drawing dirty pictures was more her specialty.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, forgetting about the poem for a minute. "You can draw dirty stuff? How dirty?"

Taken, sure sure, he knew that, but he could still flirt.

"If it's for art, you can get away with a lot," Angela told him, grinning widely. "Use your imagination."

"What, you won't draw me something dirty?" he asked curiously. "I bet it would get you extra credit."

"I don't see you breaking out your artistic side," she pointed out.

"That's because I don't have an artistic side," he said, willing to give in on that. Artistic sides were for girls and really feminine guys. To him, at least. "You're getting the extent right now."

"Everyone has one," Angela said confidently. "Maybe yours is just that repressed. Which means you should really do something about that."

"I don't have one," he said, shaking his head. "And believe me, as much stuff as I repress, that's not one of them. I was just born without an artistic side."

True story! Except not really.

"Liar," she said, shaking her head and pulling out a fresh piece of paper. "Give me a situation. Inspiration."

"I am not a liar," he said and laughed. "You can't prove me wrong either way. As for your situation..."

He tapped his pencil against his chin before saying, "Locked in a hot elevator."

Angela considered that a moment, chewing on her lip. Didn't take long, before she was smirking and sketching out a vaguely cartoony representation of a girl wearing a short skirt and a somewhat unbuttoned shirt lounging in a corner.

She then grinned, and slid the paper over to him. "And now you get to finish it off," she told him. "Make it good enough, I'll let you keep her."

"I really cannot draw," he said, taking the paper and frowning at it. "I was trying to get phone numbers of pretty girls when we went over that in school."

"You can draw." Everyone could draw. Some were just better at it than others.

"Just, imagine what you'd want to see. Then try and represent it on paper." It was really that easy for her. Art freak.

"Easier said than done," he said and drew...a stick figure. Without a head. Look, he was searching for inspiration! "What I want to see is much better seen, not drawn."

"Unfortunately for you," Angela said, watching his attempts with some amusement. "This is the best you're going to get right now."

"Even if I look adorable?" he asked and tried to do just that, complete with smile.

"You cannot look adorable enough for me to go find a hot elevator and a willing girl for you," she told him, and tapped the paper.

"Hey, I'm sure there are lots of willing girls," he said, looking back down at the paper and not thinking about his girl issues, thank you. He saved those for later. "They'd jump at a chance to get into an elevator with me."

Oh, ego. It wasn't helping him draw as evidenced by the lopsided head on the stick figure man.

"You don't already know that there are lots of willing girls," she teased, leaning to peer at what he was doing. "I'm starting to think you're not as good at this as you claim."

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