let's talk about sex, baby.
Earlier in the day, Sharon had persuaded someone with a driver's license to take her to a bookstore in the city. No, she hadn't exhausted the school's supply of library books - she just wanted something specific, something she hadn't found in the school library (and really hadn't been at all surprised not to find, although she had looked just in case). Xavier's supply of books about sex just wasn't that impressive. That wasn't too surprising, given that the library was available to even the youngest of students; they had the basics, but if you wanted to learn about more than just how babies were made and how condoms worked, you needed to look elsewhere. And Sharon wanted more than just the basics, Sharon wanted details. Sure, she was a married woman now, but that didn't mean she knew everything there was to know about sex - and she wanted to, she was as curious about that as she was about everything else. Possibly even more curious, given how fun it was turning out to be, she wanted to know everything there was to know. Obviously books were the way to go, you could learn anything from a book. Nobody had ever bothered to instill a sense of shame in her when it came to sex, so she didn't think twice about getting a ride out to Barnes & Noble and heading straight for the sex and sexuality section, head held high.

She also didn't think twice about bringing her shiny new copy of The Joy of Sex down to the rec room with her. She'd wouldn't have hesitated to curl up on the couch with a book about American history or how to train a puppy, after all - why should this be any different? Okay, maybe Miss Eleanor should have spent a little more time on the difference between public things and private things. Chewing her lower lip thoughtfully, Sharon turned a page and kept reading, not even trying to hide the cover. There was some interesting stuff in here.

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