Preys and Predator Part II; the monster and witches' Chapter 2

 2.

“Your nervous system's main function is to send messages from various parts of your body to your brain and from your brain back out to your body to tell your body what to do.” Victor faced the ensemble of students that were to major in surgery. They must understand the basics of the nervous system, and more in particular, the workings of the nerves there. “The messages are to regulate your thoughts, memories, learning, and feelings. They are transmitted through the nerve’s connectivity, and feedback is processed.”

“Our body movements from the balance and coordination are intercalibrated through it.” The bell rang, and the lecture session was over. The students began to pack and filed out through the exits. He disliked the lecturing but it was part of the grant terms that he had to do it. He was to share his knowledge with the undergraduates.

“The next lecture is…” Victor stopped his words when he saw the hall was emptied by half then. He did ask himself why they even bothered to come to his lecture. He knew some was there to score credits with their fancied partners, and some were stupid but came there to take a nap.

Anatomy studies was at best interesting if you are keen on working on your knowledge to be a medical officer or a surgeon, but the works then was not the glamorous task, when legal profession was more rewarding. Thanks to the works of Shylock, and his pound of flesh.

Speaking of Shylock, he saw Justine stepping up to him from the rear.

“God, awfully boring.” Justine mimics the yawn. “I would have slept through the lecture, but the hunk in front of me was too tempting to ignore.”

“You mean by yourself?” Victor tried his luck there. “I am handsome in the physical attributes.”

“Nope. Your physique denies me of any fantasy unless I am reading Poe in the dark. Or Lord of the Rings. Gollum will form over the image. If you deny that, well, you are impressively bad for any specimen to be included in any fantasy.” Justine dressed in the white frock over her bright orange dress and placed the stack of volumes on the lecture desk.

“You asked for them, and I found it in the archive. No one reads them anymore.” Justine frowned. “Seriously, De Mortu Cordis (The Motion of the Heart), published in 1628 by William Harvey.”

“It was the first accurate description of the human circulatory system.” Victor defended his selection.

“Anatomy and Experimental Physiology, 1672 by Thomas Willis. Details on the anatomy of an oyster, crawfish, and earthworm. I thought we had it with serpents, or was it William’s nighttime stories for you?” Justine smirked at the choice there.”

“I wanted to know more.” Victor explained. “The structure of the anatomy differs, but the nervous system may not. I am keen to know more on that.”

“Kama Sutra was there and I am taking it with me back to the house.” Justine smiled.

“Mana Sutra? What is that?’ Victor asked.

“Get a real life, Victor. Here are your volumes.” Justine was leaving the hall. Victor looked at the volumes handed to him.

“Ah, I have Opuscula Anatomica, 1564 by Eustachius. This book included eight anatomical plates. I have Tabulae Anatomicae Bartholomaei Eustachii, 1714 by Giovanni Maria Lancisi; that book included unpublished illustrations by Eustachius.” Victor was ecstatic about the volumes as if they were his Christmas present

“Hey, Victor. When one speaks alone, it is good to visit the Psychology Section. They may unravel your inner demon there.” Justine stopped at the doorway.

“Do you know how difficult it was dragging these volumes out?” Justine moans on the tasks done. “I had to stop breathing the dust there. And the baths I took with the heavy scrubbing.”

“You survived, and that is the testament of our task.’ Victor smiled. “I could smell you a mile away with the fresh cologne.”

“What is your fixation with these volumes? The newer volumes are more detailed than these.” Justine sighed still standing at the doorway. “Why not the other creatures? We understand the human anatomy well, and not some spineless crawfish.”

“Research is not to be restricted ... or selective in design. These earlier studies may give me an insight into the nervous system unread by others.” Victor took the stance to defend his task.

“Restricted? Was it restricting or “la résistance est vaine?” (Resistance is futile; in French). Justine stares at Victor.

“Pardon me?”

“The blonde at the second row is facing you, eye level, and her bodice is unbuttoned.” Justine fluttered her eyelashes.

“I did not see. Maybe the ventilation was stuffy today.”

“I am sure it was you who was stuffed. She was trying to get your attention.” Justine smiled. “I would if I had her looks.”

“Charming smile, touché on the dimples, and the bosom… Magnifique compared to mine.” Justine did possess a rather flat chesty design on her. William often commented that she was like the forest minus the trees.

“I am their teacher, and above all, I do not interact with the undergraduates for any personal liaison.” Victor was offended then. “If I may, I need to clear the hall for the next teacher.”

“Charming …” Justine turned and walked out of the hall. Victor picked up his notes and bag before he looked at the volumes. I could not manage it all then.

“Doctor Frankenstein, may I help you?” It was the charming lady from the second row. She appeared by the doorway. “Am I interrupting you?”

“I … Uh, your name again, please?”

“Charlene, Charlene Mary Robbins. I have been in your class for two terms now.” The blonde lady was charming at best, with all the curvatures that befit the lady. Her bodice was buttoned up then.

“Can we discuss on the lecture? I am not able to follow some of the passages.”

“Yes, please.” Victor handed her his notes. “I will carry the volumes. My work area…”

Justine have left the hall.

“I know the direction. Shall we?” Charlene took the notes. “Doctor Frankenstein …”

“Call me Victor. It is after class now.” The doctor led the way out.

“Do you like French?” Charlene asked. “Anatomie humaine?”

An hour later, it was noted that resistance was futile.

“Yes, Doctor. I think you are hitting my cervical bones…” Charlene leaned forth onto the desk with her dress drawn to her lower back. Victor was humping furiously from the rear.

“Cervix, Charlene. That is the opening at the base of the uterus, essentially acting as the entrance to the uterine cavity ……. It is located at the top of the vagina and is considered the lower part of the uterus itself.”

“Urgh… whatever. Just do not stop.” The lady commanded the performance like the conductor on the symphony.