Laurence wondered, not for the first time, why he was here.

Well, he knew *technically* why he was there; any angel up for Wordbinding had to sit in on a class for each different Word so they could have a fuller political scope, and it was probably just his luck that he'd drawn *this* one, but - but why was he here? WHY did he need to know this?

"Today, class," the rather attractive Mercurian instructor purred, "We're going to be learning the difference between loving pleasure and lust."

She was naked - quite, quite naked - and was sitting with her legs propped up on the desk. It was hard, Laurence found, to look at her face. Well, that was *one* of the things that was hard.

"Moreover," the Mercurian said cheerfully, "I'm going to teach you how to give someone humanoid or in Vessel the maximum pleasure, so should it come up, you won't be reduced to fumbling. Brant will cover the second half of the class, the male. Tomorrow's class will be on Seraphim, Ofanim, and Cherubim. We're putting Thursday aside for Elohim, because it's a bit harder to wrap your mind around. Now, this - lean forward so you get a good look, people - is the clitoris..."

Laurence jerked his eyes away, face red, then realized he'd been given an order and very reluctantly opened one eye to peek nervously at what the Mercurian was pointing at.

/Why?/ he thought, desperately. /*Why* me?/