“Popular,You're gonna bePopular!I'll teach you the proper ployswhen you talk to boys!Little ways to flirt and flounce!I'll show you what shoes to wear,how to fix your hair,everything that really counts,to bePOPULAR!!”
“You let me go," I say. "I'll show you all about how I'm gonna transform you.”
“I'll teach my boy the sweetest things;I'll teach him how the owlet sings.”
“Teach me, Beatrice. I'll enroll in your university as your student. Teach me how to care for you.”
“And while my mind is telling me I'm flirting with her just to prove a point, my body wants to play "you show me your perky privates and I'll show you mine.”
“You're a nice boy," she chuckled harshly. "You must come round here one evening. I'll teach you something you didn't know before.”