A walk to clear your head

You stroll towards the south end of the campus, passing the Athletic Centre on the way. A lean black girl is working in the batting cage, the regular crack of her bat sharp and clean. Doubtless she is one of Brian's players, you think as you pass, noting that she is so focused she doesn't spare a glance your way. At least there is one girl at this benighted Academy that thinks about something other than her pussy, you grump to yourself, mentally reviewing the events since your arrival.

Still musing, you reach the lake and stand for a moment looking at its placid surface. It looks so calm, and for a moment you wonder if it's metaphor for Pink Rose Academy, seemingly calm and serene on the surface but with a maelstrom of intrigue boiling below. Probably not, you chuckle to yourself, bending to pick up a stone and flick it out on the water.

"Daddy, can I talk to you?" Valerie's voice speaks from behind, interrupting your thoughts.