too far gone to fix this

and there she was, living, despite it all

Phoebe ate her pie and listened as he stammered his way through his answers. Somewhere halfway between, she grabbed a notpad and pencil and began to draw. What it was wouldn't be revealed until it was done, her arn hiding the picture. "Well it seems your father has made sure your education was very thorough. I am glad to hear it, it isn't always the case." she said.

Then she turned the picture to him. It was an anatomically correct drawing of the female genitalia. If this didn't make his ears burn, she didn't know what would. "Now I would be doing any future partner of yours a disservice if I didn't make sure you knew this. Circle the clitoris." she said, setting the pen down where he could reach it.

Phoebe