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The Grammar Lesson (c) 1999
By Allison George
- Gee Jenn, you're looking pretty chipper this morning even with
the red tide.
- God Kate, I felt like a slept for a week; I was worried that I
might be late.
- It's only 8:30, your first class isn't 'til eleven. You've got
plenty of time to eat breakfast and grab a shower.
- I know what time it is silly; that wasn't the kind of late I
was talking about. It's the big late that I was worried about;
you know the lunar twenty-eight stretching to thirty-five and
then forty without a spot of pink on my panties.
- Oh.
- Kate, I sometimes wonder about you. We've been synching
monthlies since the middle of our freshman year. Didn't you
wonder why the box of tampons lasted longer this month?
- It must have been the p-chem midterm that I was studying for.
I just thought that you had replaced the box. I guess I wasn't
paying attention.
- Well the fact was, I didn't need any a couple of weeks ago. I
kept thinking give it another day, maybe all the running I've
been doing has affected the hormone balance or something. After
the first week I started getting concerned. Last Friday I even
went to the drug store and bought one of those preg test kits. I
was too chicken to pee onto the thing, figuring that denial was
the best approach. Anyway, I woke up Sunday feeling the first
wave of yuckiness coming on; I was never so relieved to see a
drop of the red stuff.
- Gee Jenn, you've always been laying into me for doing stupid
things. How could you have ever gotten into that position?
- Like a dummy, I was on my back and he was on top!
- Duh! I know how it happens. I also know how to prevent it
from happening, something that you might take some lessons in.
- No, it's not that I'm naive or anything like that. It's just
that sometimes things happen with unintended consequences. Kind
of like the Heisenberg uncertainty principle, you can know where
the sperm are but not how fast they're traveling. By the time
you know how fast they are swimming, you don't know where they
are and it's too late to do anything about it.
- Now you're acting like the dumb blonde you always accuse me of
being. I'm certainly a bit daffy but I've never missed the big
red one.
- I guess you really had to be there.
- Yeah, I've heard that one before.
- No, really, if you had been in my shoes the same thing would
have probably happened.
- Hah, that's a good one! I know when to hold 'em and when to
fold 'em. I probably would have kept my panties on, knees
together, and nothing would've happened. Anyway, I'll take a
bite out of this apple. Go ahead and tell me; there's time
before we have to leave.
- It was just over three weeks ago, I went back to Jerry's
apartment that evening after the English Lit symposium. We
started talking about what we were going to do our essays on. He
's really hung up on Jacobean revenge dramas; I think it's from
reading too much Pynchon. You know how engineers can be; they
see a writer who knows something about their field and think he's
the only one they should ever read. Like Pynchon studied some
Chem E at Cornell and they all think he's the greatest. Anyway,
Jerry just read the book about the stamp conspiracy and he's now
all hot to read John Webster.
- Not the yucky Duchess of Malfi?
- Kate, I tell you I get worried when these guys start getting
turned on by disembowelment and all that other stuff that happens
in that play. I think that they must have a misogynist gene
amidst all that other chromosomal junk. Anyway, I suggested he
take a look at Shakespeare's Sonnet number 20, the one that
begins, 'A woman's face with nature's own hand painted hast thou,
the master mistress of my passion.' There's so much to mine out
of such simple words; but no, he wants to go for bloodstained
bedclothes.
- Don't you just hate the way these guys are acting right now.
Can you believe it, here we are half way through the semester and
it's like their hormones have kicked into overdrive. Why just
the other day I was sitting in the union cafe having a cup of
coffee and this dweeb from my computer class plops right down
next to me and tells me that he's been thinking about me for the
last two weeks. Really, I said, how nice; what in particular
were you thinking about? He tells me that he's wanted to fuck my
brains out ever since he got a glimpse of my panties when I was
bending over to pick up a diskette that fell on the floor. Well,
I told him that the only thrill he was going to get off of me was
in a wet dream, using his left hand for leverage!
- Ugh!!! You'd thought they all would've settled down after the
big Halloween blow out but I guess not.
- You really missed the topper the other day in p-chem lab. Joe
Jordan walked in nonchalantly with his cock hanging out of his
pants. Kathy had this horrified look on her face and when I
turned around to see what was up I found myself staring at his
droopy prick. Well I didn't miss a beat, asking him if it was
the missing electrode for the galvanic cell that I was setting
up. I offered to put it in the beaker of sulfuric acid that was
next to me on the lab bench. You should've seen the reaction; it
started to shrivel before my eyes as he quickly stuffed it back
in his pants. I told him that it was a pretty pathetic looking
cock and certainly wasn't a candidate for getting me all warm and
wet.
- Oh my God Kate, that's great!
- Yeah, it was pretty funny, but Jenn I'm almost to the point
swearing off sex for the rest of the term. I don't care how
horny I get, I just can't see bedding with any of these guys if
they keep up this shit. It's just not fun anymore; they think
that all they have to do is wink and we'll fall down with our
legs spread, welcoming them into Kubla Kahn's stately pleasure
pit. Well I'm not having any of this!
- I sure wish that I had that attitude with Jerry last month.
- How so?
- Well, I would have saved myself a lot of aggravation over what
turned out to be nothing.
- So tell me what happened.
- Like I said, we ended up back at his place. We spent some time
talking about our essays. I don't know how the subject shifted;
maybe I was just too tired of hearing about his interest in John
Webster. Anyway, I told him I noticed something weird about Word
that I discovered earlier in the day. I was working on my paper
and had the thing in auto-correct mode. As it corrected some
mistakes, it readjusted the space between sentences so that there
was only one space rather than two. I've always been
double-spacing after complete sentences.
- Geez, you didn't have to go over to his place to find that out;
I could have told you the same thing. We studied this in the
graphic arts class that I took last semester. We had a whole
section on print design and how proper spacing is important for
appearance.
- So I found out that evening, in more ways than one. As it
turns out, one of Jerry's hobbies is designing new fonts.
- Like he has knowledge of all fonts, or is it he's the font of
all knowledge?
- Very funny Kate. Anyway, he told me that the double spacing
was from the old days when people used typewriters that could
only type in fixed pitch fonts. The extra space was to set the
sentences more clearly apart since all the letters are the same
size. When computers moved to graphical interfaces and laser
printers with lots of font options, you didn't need to do this
anymore and most everyone moved to fonts other than dear old
Courier.
- Sounds like a pretty dull conversation to me. How did you end
up getting into trouble?
- Well it was pretty dull and I was getting ready to go home when
he asked if I wanted to see some of his font designs.
- Wow, that's really rich! I can see it now. He's on the prowl
to get laid and he asks the girl, 'hey, you wanna come up and see
some nice fonts?' Give me a break!
- Kate, I was already up in his room and figured that I'd just
see what he was doing and head on out. I sat down next to him at
his computer and he showed me the whole design process. It was
actually pretty neat since there's some fairly tricky programming
to dither the graphic so that it looks smooth on the screen and
printed page. He had just finished this new design called
Romance.
- I can see how this one's going to end up!
- Well, it's no better than your discovery of the physical laws
behind the wet spot!
- OK, I'll lay off, continue.
- He showed me how it's more difficult to design serif-based
fonts than sans-serif. The proportional weight of the
ornamentation must be kept in balance otherwise the typeface
looks funny. Also, attention must be paid to the relationship
between all the letters of a given group. Letters that have
stems, like p, q, and y, have to be designed together so that the
stems are in harmony. Fonts having a calligraphy base are more
difficult to design than those that have a uniform line stroke.
The variable line widths need to be the same for similar parts of
all the letters.
- I like a variable stroke myself, but the width really isn't too
important as long as it's not too wide to fit in!
- OK Kate, I get where your coming from, and I'll get to what's
going to come in me and how I come in just a minute if you'll
give me some time to finish the story.
- All right, but I don't think you need to spend anymore time
talking about fonts. I'm starting to see letters dancing before
my eyes and they're spelling out 'Kate is pretty dumb!'
- This is one of those rare times when you're right! Anyway, I
asked him to print me out one of Will's sonnets with the new font
so I could see what it looked like. He said to go ahead and key
in anything that I wanted. I don't know why, but I picked out
153. You know how that one goes: 'Cupid laid by his brand, and
fell asleep; a maid of Dian's this advantage found, and his
love-kindling fire did quick steep in a cold valley-fountain of
that ground..
- Ummm, that's one of my favorites. 'which borrowed from this
holy fire of love a dateless lively heat still to endure, and
grew a seething bath, which yet men prove against strange
maladies a sovereign cure;'
- Yup, that's it. 'but at my mistress' eye love's brand new
fired, the boy for trial needs would touch my breast; I, sick
withal, the help of bath desired, and thither hied, a sad
distempered guest, but found no cure; the bath for my help lies
where Cupid go new fire: my mistress' eye.
- That one always gets me warm; I mean seething baths and
love-kindling fires really sounds quite yummy don't you think?
- Yeah Kate, that's why I ended up getting into trouble. I knew
as soon as I saw the first line come up on the screen that this
was really the wrong poem to pick. My jeans started feeling a
size too small and I began to regret not wearing a bra underneath
my sweatshirt; the combination of the words and the soft furry
cotton brought a warmth to my boobs. I started to squirm a
little as I typed the third quatrain. I had crossed my legs and
with each keystroke I started squeezing my thighs together
feeling a sweet tight quivering in my cunny. I knew it was a
lost cause when Jerry, who had been looking over my shoulder as I
keyed, began to rub my shoulders. I finished typing and hit the
print button, leaned a little forward to let his hands do their
magic on my tired muscles. I didn't even have a chance to read
the poem when he leaned over and started kissing the side of my
neck. He lifted my ponytail up and lightly started to lick all
around the nape of my neck which of course sent tingles all down
my back, leaving me open to Cupid's quick arrow.
- An arrow whose passage, I'm sure, would be smoothed by the
salty wet river now coursing through the tunnel of Jenn's love
canal.
- Kate, waxing poetic, you really surprise me! Of course I was
feeling that magic wet warmth starting to flow freely. Finished
with my neck, Jerry started blowing softly in my ear and you know
what that does to me. His hands had long left my shoulders and
were softly cupping my tits. I don't know who makes these
sweatshirts for MIT, but this cotton's not like any other that I'
ve ever worn; something in the nap always brings a warm rise to
my nips. When Jerry started to pinch them, well it was just too
much for me.
- Maybe those clever guys in the chemistry department have
discovered some new fabric additive!
- Whatever! Anyway, I certainly wasn't ready to leave even
though the sonnet had finished printing! I got up from the chair
and pulled Jerry into my arms, my lips finding his, a kiss so
hard that his tongue popped right into my mouth with only the
softest suck. Still ensnared in a hot embrace, I reached down,
unbuttoning his jeans, searching for his sweet cock. Well, he
was as hot as I was, his underpants were soaked, nice warm love
juice was oozing from the tip of his cock. I gave it a few nice
swift strokes, massaging the warm oil all over his stiff shaft.
It wasn't long before our clothes were on the floor and we were
in bed intertwined in a passionate embrace. I whispered in his
ear that he needed slip on a raincoat because it was that time of
month. Not anticipating any action that night, I hadn't brought
my diaphragm with me. I heard a murmur of assent followed by
some fumbling around in a nightstand drawer beside the bed. The
next thing I knew he was on top of me gently parting my legs,
placing his covered cock against my sweet slit which was ready to
welcome that first swift thrust. He slipped in, smoothly
nestling against the V of my being. We found the magic rhythm
together; his down stroke met each up thrust of my happy quim.
It's nice to find a guy who knows just how to put the right
amount of pressure on my love bud. Anyway, I started to push
harder against each thrust, entering that plateau of love's sweet
climax. I could feel his cock expand and it wasn't too long
before his spasms were met with mine as we came together. We lay
there for a couple of blissful minutes fully spent. As I felt
him withdraw, I heard a '.shit, oh damn it all!'
- Oh, oh, I can see where this one's coming to.
- Oh, oh is right! I was lying there reveling in the afterglow
of a really nice come. He holds up this drippy condom with a
split right down the middle! A couple of drops of spunk landed
right on my breast and all the pleasantness of the moment quickly
evaporated into an ether of unbeing as I contemplated what had
just happened. My finger slid easily past those coral lips
confirming my worst fears, a honey pot full of mixed juices. I
had visions of his sperm already making a mad dash up my tubes,
racing one another, looking for that magic egg.
- Yikes!!
- Well, I figured that there wasn't anything that I could do now.
He told me that he's had this box of rubbers for five years and
never had one break on him before. Five years! Can you imagine
that? He's probably even kept this one in his wallet since he
was a teenager! Anyway, I told him that I've been very erratic
for the last four months because of all the training for
cross-country. For all I know I could be safe.
- Jenn, you should have gone to the health center and gotten a
morning after pill. It would've taken care of everything.
- Well, I did that, but I was still worried.
- I bet!
- And it also turns out that Jerry entered his font in some kind
of design contest and won first prize. His font will be
available on most everyone's computers next year when the new
software updates are issued. I did get him to sign the printout
of the sonnet. Turns out that this is the first document ever
printed in the 'Romantic' typeface. I guess it'll be worth
something someday. As you can see it has a nice look.
- Well, I guess there's at least one funny thing we've learned
about white space.
- What's that Kate?
- That the space after the period is really important.
- In what way?
- Jenn, don't be so dumb. It's usually about four weeks. If you
get filled up with a guy's come at the wrong time and place; it
eliminates the need for the next set of periods!
- Gee Kate, maybe you've hit on something here! In that case,
the white space lasts at least nine months! Double yikes!
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