Class...is really boring now.

The middle-aged salt and pepper haired, Professor Scott was going on and on about cells, their structure, organelles and cytoplasm. Normally Wendell would be taking notes and truly listening, but not today. The lecture hall was dim, and about 20 or so students sat around. Many students, including the Elvis from last night, were tired after a long night of partying. Professor Scott changed transparent sheets on the overhead projector to an outline diagram of the cell nucleus. Wendell adjusted his glasses, fiddled with the pens in his breast pocket, and generally did his best to pretend being interested in the lecture to avoid sizing up his classmates. The raygun in his school bag by his feet, had made it very hard to go to class today, but Wendell could not afford to get kicked out of school.

Good, gosh. Does he ever stop talking? I just don't care today. The only cells I can think about are the ones in Stacy's vadge and Marcie's boobs, and Gracie's butt.

When professor Scott finally flicked up the lights, Wendell let out an audible sigh. He packed up his note book and lobbed it into his bag, eyeballing the raygun inside as he did so. It was his last class for the day and it was late in the afternoon. He was tired from what little sleep he'd gotten the previous night, but there was no way he was going to miss out on using the ray again today. He closed his bag and silently left the room going out into a hallway busy with students traveling back and forth to classes under the flourescent lights. He made his way to two glass doors warmed by the day's light and pushed them open to enter the sunny, autumn outdoors. He surveyed the open courtyard of the university.

There's a lot of people here on campus, and no doubt many are very sexy, but where should I go specifically? I know the art school has a lot of those goth girls about. That might be fun. OOH, and then there's all the language clubs. That might be a way to find some more...exotic women. I guess I could always go off campus too. What's there in town though? Restaurants, shops...bars...there is a strip club. Bimbos?