"If I have to read even one more prose again," she finally exploded as she slammed a book shut. "Careful now Miss," I said, alarmed, "those are priceless collectibles and are worth a fortune." "As if I care," she snorted, bitterly. "Maybe they should be buried somewhere like the relics they are. I'm never going to get this prose thingie. Ever." She held her head in her hands. I shrugged. "Nope you're not." She looked up, eyes flashing. "You're supposed to teach me to get it. I have to ace this test if I'm ever going to go to college!" I shrugged again, studying my fingers. "So long as you think of it as a 'thingie', or something that belongs in a crypt... No way. Never." She groaned, stretching out on the floor. In her undies. These rich girls get away with everything. Hardly a reason to complain, but still it was pretty...distracting. "Please, do something. Anything." "For starters, you might want to consider exposing your mind rather than your...body, to these great works of literature." "I like studying this way," she sulked. I gave her an unwavering look. "Okay, okay" she relented, "opening mind now." "That's better. Now, think of this way," I said, picking up a book after a lengthy pause. "Prose is kind of like the human body," my eyes darted over the top of the book, eyeing her contours, "having a form and structure." "Form and structure," she repeated thoughtfully. "Yes," I said, clearing my throat which had suddenly become dry. "Now pay attention. Each form and structure is separate, yet they are whole." She turned lazily over so that she was partially on her stomach, looking at me. Maybe a little more respectfully. I wished she didn't stare like that though. "Go on." "Yes of course," I scanned the text again, momentarily lost, "Ah, yes, and so um, these forms and structures have their own function, when taken separately, but taken together, they build on each other, and bring the reader to the highest level of intellectual pleasure." She furrowed her eyebrows, then her face lit up. "You mean like a mental orgasm." I winced. "That wasn't very prose-like, but, yeah." "Now you're talking, baby." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry ppl, I kinda write these stories off hand while posting the pics, so pardon the quality LOL....