"Orion!" Several voices responded.
"That's right. Orion, the hunter. These four stars make up his body." Charles reluctantly relinquished his grasp on Aurora and pointed to the stars. Her softly mewed protest went straight to his groin. "This bright star located at his knee is Rigel. It's the seventh brightest star in our nighttime sky. Below, the Orion Nebula is part of his belt and sword. It's...”
"Is it true that it wasn't his sword at first? But his penis?"
"Hazel! How could you?" Mabel complained.
"I'm so embarrassed!" wailed Harriet.
"Grow up, girls. Penis, vagina, breasts, buttocks ... everybody here knows who's got what and where it goes."
"Oh, Lordy..."
"Professor Charles? His sword?" Hazel asked again.
Charles felt Aurora's hands leave the side of his hips, and under the cover of his suit jacket, she slipped her fingers into the edge of his front pockets. Sweat beaded his upper lip. He wanted to remove his jacket but didn't dare. Dark or not, the bulge in his pants was sure to draw attention, and all this talk of penises certainly wasn't helping. "Well, ah, yes. When the constellations were first identified, it was before man had fashioned steel swords. I have heard that Orion's sword was originally considered..." His heavy, throbbing dick. "...his, uh, phallus. Moving on..."
excerpt from
Written in the stars:
http://www.larissalyons.com/written.htm