How many of you signed up for this class thinking it would be some kind of sex manual?” Lauren glanced around the lecture hall to see hands raising as students tentatively searched for others who’d thought the same thing before they’d admit to it. Seriously? “Okay, okay, you can put your hands down,” Dr. Peterson said with a corresponding gesture. “Now, how many of you wanted to raise your hands for that question but were too embarrassed?” A handful of students put their hands up. “Interesting,” he added, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair, which was trimmed neatly at the sides and a bit longer on top. “What’s even more interesting is that a few of you didn’t raise your hands at all. And that could only be because of one of two options.” He removed his glasses—which Lauren noticed were trendy for his age—and polished the lenses with his tie before speaking any further.
