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moved back to her face he found her looking directly at him.
"Eye contact," he said, moving closer. "When strangers
meet, eye contact is frequently broken. We've been taught here
to look everyone in the eye, that eye contact is important. Ac-
tually a woman's direct look makes many men uneasy."
She nodded, then slowly stepped even closer until her breasts
pushed against his cotton Rugby shirt. He let the Academy's
administrative secretary linger there for a moment, then reached
out, grasped her shoulders and pushed her away a few inches.
"Remember the social bubble, too," he said with a smile.
"Americans need their space. Encroachment on a person's
bubble, even by a beautiful woman, turns even the most desir-
able woman into an intruder."
"Do you find me desirable, Kenneth?"
He pretended to be exasperated. "Try it again," he
prompted.
She nodded, looked up, smiled and said, "Hi, my name is
Janet. f
"Pretty good. But try contracting 'name' and 'is.' Ameri-
cans love contractions. They slur everything together. 'Hi, my
name's Janet.'
She nodded, took a deep breath. "Hi, my name's Janet,"
and punctuated it by invading his bubble again.
" Perfect," he said, and let his eyes deliberately roam her
body once again. She raised her lips, and their little lesson was
abruptly postponed.
She was very well trained. She started slowly, agonizingly
so. Undressing was part of the foreplay. She was controlling
him, moving slowly when she felt him hurry, speeding up when

she felt him grow impatient. She knew when and where to
touch him, what to say or do to build their sexual energy in
perfect synchronization.
Soon it became too much to control and they released their
pent-up energy. She climaxed first, the way she had been
taught, giving him one last volt to heighten his own climax.
She used her muscles to draw every drop from him, then re-
leased him moments later-she had been taught that most
American men would not remain inside a woman after sex,
sometimes refusing even to lie beside them. But this student,
however well trained, was not that American . . . He stayed
inside her for several minutes, then let her lie on top of him so
he could nuzzle her neck and breasts and feel her warmth all
around him. She gently rolled beside him, propped up her head
so she could look into his eyes as he traced his fingers around
her body.
She too had once been a student at the Connecticut Acad-
emy, but her training was in a far different field than his. She
had readily accepted her courtesan training and had been se-
lected for "graduation," but instead opted to stay at the Acad-