“So wait… have you seen how they…er… procreate?” the woman behind me asked.
“Yes,” O’Neill stated tactfully, a slight blush rising up his collar.
“Do you have pictures?” the teacher behind me prodded further, blushing a shade of scarlet that only a blonde could pull off, as the class stifled giggles. “I mean… how do they…”
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