Diana Gabaldon · @Writer_DG
15th Sep 2013 from TwitLonger
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Dottie bit her lip, but in a way indicating calculation, rather than chagrin.
“If I can contrive to make Denny marry me here, so that we arrived in England as husband and wife already, it would be a simple matter to find a London meeting that would welcome us. Whereas here—“ she flung out a hand toward the hum of the camp around us. “His involvement in the war would always stand in his way, you see?”
“Even after the war is over?”
She gave me a patient look, too old for her face.
“Papa says that wars take three generations to fade from the ground where they’re fought. And from what I’ve seen, Friends have quite long memories as well.”
“He might just have a point.” I rubbed a hand through my hair and braced my back more comfortably against one of the packing crates set against the wall. “All right. Perhaps…a little basic anatomy, to begin with.”
I really had no idea how much—if anything—a nobly born young woman might have been told, or found out by other means, so began with female reproductive anatomy, starting with the womb—for surely she knew what that was—and leading outward, part by part.
“You mean it has a _name_?” she exclaimed, charmed, when I got to the clitoris. “I’d always thought of it as just, you know…”_that_ bit.”” Her tone of voice made it abundantly clear that I needn’t explain what _that_ bit did, and I laughed.
“To the best of my knowledge, it’s the only structure of the human body that appears to have no function whatever save the pleasure of the owner.”
“But men….don’t they…?”
“Well, yes, they do,” I said “And very pleasurable they find theirs, too. But a penis is extremely functional, as well. You, er…do know how it…works? In terms of intercourse?“
“Denzell won’t let me touch his naked member—and I’m _longing_ to see it at my leisure—not just the odd glimpse when he, well, you know.” Her eyes sparkled at the thought. “But I know what it feels like through his breeches. I was amazed, the first time it went stiff under my hand! However does it do that?”
I explained the concept of hydrostatic pressure as simply as possible, already seeing what was coming next.