At training today, we were learning about anatomy. I asked where a woman's urethra was; despite my constant exploration of the special area, I've never actually found one, despite reading logs of lesbian cybersex a couple of years ago where the "pee-hole" was mentioned rather exuberantly. The teacher didn't actually show me (on a model, of course), despite telling me she would. Bah! I guess it's back to exploration for me.
While queuing up to buy an extremely unhealthy breakfast (hot chocolate and a pain au chocolat - what? it chases the blues away!), I noticed something familiar on the floor. I bent down and scooped up the small packet.
For a moment, I considered shouting to the whole canteen, "Hey! Has anyone dropped a condom?". I then decided against it and pocketed it, instead. The last time I pocketed a stray condom, I ended up with coitus rejectus, but that was years ago. Now, I'm attached.
Later on, I went to the toilet, and noticed something else a little less familiar on the windowsill. I picked it up, and expected it: yes, K-Y Jelly. Taking my inspiration from point-and-click puzzle games, I decided to pocket that too, as you're meant to pick up everything that isn't nailed down.
It was only when I got back to the classroom that I realised someone may have been trying to suggest something to me; I had, after all, picked up both protection and lube. They've evidently not been doing their homework, though; we are using a different kind of protection, for one thing, and with the amount of oral sex I give, we don't need lube, either.
But, you know, it's a nice thought, anyway.