During my teaching days while checking test papers, one of my lady friends barged into my room. "Hello Joseph, please do me a favor," she asked me with a pitiful look and offering me a 1/4 size of paper. I threw her a quizzical stare. "What's the matter? What this paper for?" She straightened in her seat and replied. "Oh, we will have a Christmas party tonight in the ladies dormitory. We will be exchanging gifts and I have a hard time finding a good pseudonym. Oh please, help me," she begged like a child. I chuckled lightly, looked up the ceiling and scribbled down the first word that came to my mind. I handed her the paper. She examined what I have written and lit up a big smile. She blew me a flying kiss and scampered out of my sight. The next day, I met her at the school lobby. She looked irritated and threw sharp glances at me. I inched closer to her. "Hey, are you mad at me? What have I done to you?" I confronted her. With tight lips and sulking voice, she answered me. "Oh, you made stupid in our party. Everybody was laughing at my pseudonym that you gave me yesterday." She then handed me the folded paper. I opened it and was flustered about what I have jotted down. Unmindfully, I have written ‘COITUS” for her.