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　　　Miss　Simmons　stood　back　triumphantly。　And　then　she　stood　in　a　humbled　pose。　〃But　who　do　I　have　to　thank　for　this？〃　She　turned　to　Wister　and　went　over　to　him　and　knelt　before　him。　〃Oh；　Wister；　thank　you；　thank　you；　thank　you。　I　am　eternally　grateful　to　you　for　letting　me　be　raped。　The　orgasms　were　GLORIOUS！　Time　after　time　and　right　here　on　this　very　hallowed　spot。　I　never　dreamed　such　joy　and　ecstasy　could　exist。　And　TIME　after　TIME！〃
　　　She　tenderly　took　Heller's　hand。　The　Countess　Krak　flinched。
　　　〃Oh；　dear　Wister；〃　said　Miss　Simmons。　〃I　know　I　am　not　good　enough　for　you。　But　my　gratitude　knows　no　bounds。　You　have　been　such　an　excellent　student　that　I　now　declare　you　fully　passed　for　the　whole　course。　I　will　mark　you　A＋　in　Nature　Appreciation　for　you　appreciated　nature　even　far　better　than　I。〃
　　　Simmons；　kneeling；　pressed　his　hand　to　her　lips。　She　gazed　upward　into　his　eyes。　〃So；　dear　Wister；　you　are　excused　from　all　further　classes；　and　even　though　it　breaks　my　heart；　you　must　leave　this　very　minute。　My　gratitude　walks　with　you　forever　for　letting　me　be　raped。　So　good…bye；　my　dearest；　beautiful　man。　Good…bye。〃
　　　Heller　stood　up；　looking　a　little　dazed。　Then　he　waved　a　hand　to　the　rest　of　the　class　and　walked　on　up　the　hill。
　　　Miss　Simmons　was　a　bit　overe。　She　knelt　there　for　a　little。　Tears　were　dripping　from　her　eyes。　Then　she　rose　and　went　back　to　the　stump。　She　stood　there；　mastering　her　grief　before　she　talked　again。
　　　Heller　reached　the　top　of　the　path。　A　very　alert　man　of　action；　he　instantly　saw　a　flick　of　motion　behind　a　tree。　Alertly；　he　stepped　over　to　it。
　　　THE　COUNTESS　KRAK！
　　　〃What　are　you　doing　here？〃　said　Heller。
　　　〃Just　visiting　the　classroom　to　see　how　the　pupils　were　getting　on；〃　said　the　Countess　Krak。
　　　〃I'm　excused　from　these　classes　for　the　rest　of　the　year；〃　said　Heller。　〃And　even　after　the　UN　loss。　People　knew　I　was　pushing　that。　I　don't　understand　it。　I　think　she　must　have　scrambled　her　main　drives。〃　He　was　looking　back　down　the　trail　at　the　group　in　the　vale。　〃Maybe　I　better　go　back　and　see　if　she's　all　right。〃
　　　The　Countess　Krak　bristled。　She　said；　〃e　along；　Jettero。〃
　　　〃No；〃　he　said；　〃she　sort　of　looked　wild　in　the　eye。〃　He　stepped　back　down　the　hill　a　few　feet　and　stopped　behind　a　tree；　watching。

Chapter　11

　　　Miss　Simmons　had　regained　her　aplomb。　Standing　behind　the　stump；　she　spoke　to　the　attentive　students　in　clear　and　educated　tones。　〃So；　class；　you　will　be　very　glad　to　know　that　I　am　no　longer　under　the　influence　of　that　traitor　to　psychology；　my　father。　He　was　mistaken。　I　can　do　what　I　please　with　my　life。
　　　〃I　am　at　last　free　to　teach　you　what　I　subconsciously　wanted　to　teach　you　in　Nature　Appreciation。　Now；　Nature　Appreciation　is　really　about　the　birds　and　bees。　So　there　will　be　a　substantive　change　in　course　material。
　　　〃We　will　not　use　the　texts　of　Krafft…Ebing；　Havelock　Ellis　and　Freud；　for　they　are　crummy　fellows　to　run　around　with。　Such　sources　are　bad；　because　they　do　not　have　any　love　in　them。　Instead；　the　text　we　will　now　use　for　this　class　is　a　classic　Persian　book；　The　Seventy　and　Seven　Variations　in　the　Act　of　Love　by　Hammer　Hammer；　translated　by　the　respectable　Chinese　scholar　Kum　Chu　Longdong；　with　beautiful　illustrations　and　diagrams　by　Phullup　Cummings。　I　was　able　to　get　these　at　the　college　bookstore　last　night。〃
　　　She　flipped　open　the　sack　on　the　stump　and　began　to　pass　them　around。　The　students　took　them　with　great　interest。　〃Now；　girls；　open　your　books　to　Chapter　One；　'The　Essentials　of　Orgasm。'　But　the　boys　should　open　theirs　to　Chapter　Thirteen；　'Variations　of　Gang　Rape。'　〃
　　　The　Countess　Krak；　able　to　see　those　pages　with　her　sunglasses；　muttered；　〃Now　I　know　for　sure　why　he　was　so　tired　Sunday　nights。　The　slut！　Jettero；〃　she　said　in　a　louder　voice；　〃I　think　we　better　be　going。〃
　　　He　couldn't　hear　what　Miss　Simmons　had　been　saying。　He　shook　his　head。　〃I　think　that　it's　material　I　didn't　get　on　the　course。〃
　　　The　Countess　Krak　drummed　her　fingernails　against　the　tree　she　was　behind　but　she　said　nothing。
　　　Miss　Simmons　said；　〃Now；　students；　I　know　the　text　is　in　Chinese；　but　the　diagrams　are　very　explicit；　so　simply　notice　the　details　for　now。　You　can　go　over　it　more　thoroughly　in　your　homework。　The　point　I　am　now　trying　to　make　is　that　nothing　serves　to　teach　better　than　experience。　So　I　am　going　to　lie　down　on　this　nice　grass　behind　me　here　and　you；　Roger；　are　going　to　take　my　coat　off。〃
　　　Roger；　a　gangling　youth；　bounded　to　her　side。
　　　Heller；　looking　down　into　the　glade；　shook　his　head。
　　　Miss　Simmons'　coat　went　flying　through　the　air。
　　　Miss　Simmons'　voice　was　ing　over　the　Countess　Krak's　speaker。　The　tones　were　heavy　with　emotion。　〃For　classwork　during　the　remainder　of　the　term；　each　boy　of　the　class　must　first　handle　me　and　then　each　female　classmate。〃
　　　Heller；　who　had　no　speaker；　turned　to　Krak。　〃She's　saying　something　about　classwork。　I'm　afraid　I'm　not　going　to　get　the　whole　subject。〃
　　　〃I'll　say　you're　not；〃　said　the　Countess　Krak　in　a　deadly　voice。
　　　Roger's　coat　hit　the　ground。
　　　Heller　stared。　He　looked　back　at　the　Countess　Krak。　〃Why　are　they　stripping？　That　brook　isn't　deep　enough　to　swim　in。〃
　　　〃Jettero；〃　called　the　Countess　Krak。　〃It's　getting　late。〃
　　　Heller　was　staring　down　into　the　vale。　Some　cries　were　ing　from　there。　〃What　on　Earth？〃　he　muttered。
　　　A　stack　of　schoolbooks　lying　on　a　bank　slid　down。　One　fell　open　at　the　bottom。　A　splash　of　mud　hit　it；　splat。
　　　〃The　hussy！〃　gritted　the　Countess　Krak。　〃No　wonder　his　clothing　was　all　muddy　every　Sunday　when　he　came　home！〃
　　　〃What　did　you　say；　dear？〃　said　Heller。　〃I　think　they've　gone　crazy　down　there！〃
　　　The　Countess　Krak　was　fuming。　Through　her　speaker　came　Miss　Simmons'　voice。　〃Now；　Roger；　we'll　call　that　a　pass。　Thompson　and　Oswald；　you　e　over　here　at　once。　The　rest　of　you　get　busy。　BUSY！　BUSY！〃
　　　A　boot　landed　in　the　brook　with　a　tremendous　splash！
　　　Three　girls'　jackets　went　flying　up　in　the　air！
　　　The　very　trees　were　shaking！
　　　The　Countess　Krak　had　a　leafy　willow　in　her　hand。　Miss　Simmons'　strained　voice　came　through　the　speaker。　〃Remember；　it's　no　good　without　love。　So　I　love　you　and　you　love　me。　OH；　OSWALD！〃　The　Countess　snapped　the　willow　with　a　furious　jerk。
　　　Heller　was　standing　there；　utterly　flabbergasted。
　　　The　Countess　Krak　came　up　behind　him；　tugging　at　his　sleeve　to　pull　him　away。
　　　He　shook　his　head　as　though　trying　to　wake　up。　Then　he　turned　and　started　back　toward　the　car。　〃Blazes；〃　he　said；　〃am　I　glad　to　be　out　of　that　course！　Teaching　on　this　planet　can　get　rough！〃
　　　〃You　mean；〃　said　the　Countess　Krak；　〃that　some　people　on　this　planet　can't　even　get　the　simplest　lessons　straight。　The　tart！〃
　　　Heller　looked　at　her。　She　was　taking　off　the　glasses。　She　put　them　in　a　case。
　　　He　was　gazing　at　her　very　suspiciously。　〃Did　you　have　something　to　do　with　that？〃
　　　Her　look　was　very　bland　and　guileless。　The　very　soul　of　innocence。　She　said；　〃Me？　Jettero！〃
　　　That　did　it　so　far　as　I　was　concerned。　The　whole　thing　had　gone　wronger　than　wrong。　Who　would　ever　have　suspected　that　Simmons'　father；　a　renowned　psychologist；　would　go　against　his　whole　profession　and　try　to　suppress　promiscuous　sex；　the　very　backbone　of　Earth　psychiatric　treatment。
　　　But　I　had　only　overlooked　two　minor　points：　In　her　hypnotic　mands　the　Countess　Krak　quite　accidentally　had　told　her　her　father　was　mistaken；　so　no　credit　for　the　eyesight　recovery　was　due　to　the　Countess　Krak。　The　other　point　was　the　order　to　Miss　Simmons　to　disregard　anything　that　happened　in　the　living　room　the　next　day　and　to　find　a　reasonable　explanation　for　it。　The　latter　unfortunately　had　included　my　letter。　And　that；　too；　was　pure　accident　on　Krak's　part。
　　　Oh；　she　was　no　genius。　She　was　just　lucky　in　a　crude　female　way。　Women　simply　do　not　have　the　brains　to　anticipate　trouble　like　that。　All　they　have　is　the　ability　to　make　vicious　and　cruel　trouble　for　men。　I　knew　by　bitter　experience　this　was　their　foremost　skill。　Look　at　the　trouble　she　was　causing　me！　Costing　me　priceless　allies　like　Simmons；　burning　up