My mother knew she would never have to. She just used my love of reading to her advantage. She threw a book into my lap when I was nine, knowing that I would read it all simply because it was there. From what I remember, it made a lot of things a whole lot clearer. It also disappointed the prats in my class when Sex Ed came around the year after when they wanted to torture the most 'innocent' girl in the class, only to find she knew more about it than they did.