How could it?

You take your bike out later that night and grab a sandwich and a beer at a roadside bar you find a dozen miles down one of the local state routes. You have a lot to think about. When Senator Williams had in effect given you permission to have sex with students you dismissed the idea without much thought, at 38 you didn't think you'd be that interested in students half your age. After what happened with Sally, you found yourself wondering who else might end up in your office needing special attention; there is something rejuvenating about showing a pretty teen-ager what loving can be all about. Still, sleeping with students can only lead to trouble, it might be best to find another woman to date.

Your thoughts turn to the faculty members you've seen walking around campus. Which of them did the Colonel think needed a good fucking? There was a blonde jogging in a tight spandex top and leggings that looked only barely older than some of the students, or the brunette who had been chatting with an athletic looking man her age. When did everyone get so fucking young?

Ms. Naylor is more your age. You take a long drag on your Coors as you allow your mind to picture the school's headmistress pinned against her desk as your hands explored inside her stylish but conservative blazer. You put the pint mug back down on the table hard enough to make the tall dark-haired bartender look up from where she was wiping down the bar top. There is something about Diana's slender waist and flaring hips that makes your palms itch.

Waving off the offer of a refill you finish your pulled-pork sandwich and drop a twenty on the table. It was a little generous for a $13 dollar tab, but the bar was starting to fill up and you didn't feel like waiting for your change. Besides, it never hurts to make friends with some of the locals, and there is no better way to start the process than have the bartender on your side.

You cruise slowly back through the quiet New England town admiring its classic architecture and wide streets, what would it be like to settle down in a place like this? It was nothing like the middle-east where you had spent the past five years, or your family's rugged farmstead in the West Virginia hills. The houses were neat and well maintained and, as you made your way along Academy road, they got bigger and more impressive.

By the time you cruise through the wrought-iron gates at the front of the school, you are ready to get back to your room and settle down for the night.