"Wow," Caddy mumbled as he stared at the ceiling in a daze. "I think I lost all sensation in one of my legs there for a moment. Wait... no, it just got tangled up in the sheets. There we go, I got it."

There was no response from July, not even a winded "uh huh." Caddy turned his head towards the other Boarder and saw that she was scribbling something down on a piece of paper. The post-coital wooziness was still strong enough that Caddy couldn't quite make out what was on the paper from where he was laying.

"What are you doing?"

"Hang on a second," July replied. She paused, erased something, then rewrote something else. "And... done! Here you go."

July passed the paper over to Caddy, who gave it a cursory examination. His eyes grew wider the more he read. "Is this... are you giving me concrit?!"

"I felt there were some areas where you could have used a little improvement," July replied casually as she stretched out on the bed. "It's part of what the PPC is about."

Caddy was still staring, owl-eyed, at the paper. "For writing, not for what we just did!"

"What, you'd prefer I just stroke your ego?"

"...Amongst other things, yes." Caddy set down the paper, folded his arms across his bare chest, and pouted.

July rolled her eyes. "Tell you what," she purred as she shifted over next to Caddy. "How about you let me help you improve your skills? Give you some... hands-on instruction, as it were."

Caddy's pout almost immediately vanished. "Yes please."

"Excellent. I think we'll start with some basic exercises." A smile slowly spread across July's face. "First off: cunning linguistics."