Don't make attachments. We will be mixing you up over the next three weeks... Twenty-four-year-old Willoughby Smyth's inheritance allows him to live comfortably without having to work. With a lot of money and free time, he decides to go back to school for some "non-traditional" learning: how to relate with, and pleasure, the opposite sex. Practice makes perfect, and the students learn by being partnered off with a different classmate every couple of days. Teachers Peter and Penny are quick to warn the class not to form any possessive attachments; after all, they are expected to share and partake of their multiple partners. It's easier said than done though, especially when Will's connection with Ann, his partner on the first couple of days, is obviously sizzling. They make the most out of their time together. Will and Ann part when they are forced to pair off with other classmates. Over the coming days, they have to learn to enjoy - and please - their own partners while longing to be together. In a heady environment where there are no bonds, no privacy and no inhibitions, can Will and Ann's innocent longing survive the many temptations headed their way? *Sizzling sharing romance for mature audiences. Sample: In that half hour of silence, we said what would have taken a week to speak. I never knew that the eyes could contain such a volume of words and convey that much understanding of the person to whom they were directed at. Our hands were touching and just the slightest of pressure laid bare our souls to each other. The wistfulness, the yearning, the longing, the hopes and the despair we both felt. So close with only our fingers now touching that of the other, yet I was feeling and touching every part of her body, both inside and out, as she was mine... Connie, the other jogger who wanted to be with me was paired with Chris, his name being called first. Then it was Leslie and Martin, and then Zac and Kathy followed by Carol and Ralph. This left my Ann with David, his name being called out first. I immediately hated him Him with my Ann... It doesn't matter what time I go to bed and sleep, I seem to have an inner alarm clock that wakes me every morning about the same time. I eased my way out of Debbie's bed and went across to mine, pleased to see that Ann was still on her own, but still not knowing if she had been in David's, or him in hers. Seeing Ann but not touching her. Seeing her wistful glance across a room tore at my heart as I could see that it was the same for her. Then it was our last full day and it was a very quiet breakfast time. Each and every one of us had bonded to such a degree that it sure was going to be a horrendous parting after the next day's breakfast.