Relearning sex...

that recalls to me the story of a young social worker in Appalachia who was counseling a troubled pair of newlyweds from deep in the hollers. After several minutes of beating around the bush, so to speak, he realized that they had not yet consumated their marriage. Under further questioning, he realized that they didn't understand the mechanics of copulation. He made another appointment for two days later, and brought in his daughter's Barbie and Ken dolls. As he explained the activity to the astonished couple, he stripped the clothing from the dolls and manipulated them into several intimate positions, finally handing Barbie to the young woman and Ken to the young man, and letting them follow his instruction.
The next morning a knock came on the social worker's door. He opened it, and there stood the young man who, without speaking a word, punched the social worker sending him sprawling on the floor, climbed back into his pickup, and drove away.