A morning full of surprises.

The next morning, the sun is just rising, you wake up from a restless dream. Yesterday's events haunted you half the night. You slept restlessly, tossing and turning and now you are tired and have dark circles under your eyes. The pictures of her on the phone, which emerged from nowhere, are a good part of your lack of sleep. You can think of no good reason for Valerie to give you such pictures - and she must have an accomplice too. Someone willing to take those pictures of her.

You blink sleepily at the light of dawn, rub your eyes and stretch extensively. Your bones hurt and you feel limp. You realize that you are no longer the youngest man in town. After a light breakfast, consisting of a steaming cup of coffee and a slice of wholemeal bread with cheese, you leave the cottage, showered and refreshed. Since you haven't seen your roommate yet, you assume that he is probably still sleeping.

You stroll along the oak-lined path to the left of your cottage, not far from where Valerie intercepted you the first time. You shake your head to get rid of the troubling thought with a frown. What made that girl behave like that? The cool morning air makes the pictures of the last night slowly disappear from your head. The only thing left is Valerie's pained look and a bitter aftertaste.

You are abruptly torn from your thoughts when you run into someone. You're afraid Valerie waylaid you again, but your fear does not match the blond-haired girl who looks at you first with confusion, then, realization.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" Sincere brown eyes blink at you, her pretty face is adorned with freckles. "Mr. Carter, right? Rina Duncan, second year. You're the new biology teacher, right? I'm in your class." She gives you a friendly smile, her full lips slightly curled. Well, this is certainly a pleasant change from your encounter with Valerie.

"Good morning, Miss Duncan." You smile at the pretty girl. "Please, I'm just as guilty of our collision. We should both learn to look where we are going." You wink at her mischievously. She blushes slightly and indicates a slight curtsey, which makes you smile.

"I have to go on, Miss Wilder has condemned us to a morning workout." She waves goodbye to you and hurries towards the sports field, her behind moves gently from side to side with each step. Only now you realize that she wearing a cheerleading uniform and in spite of your best intentions, you have trouble pulling your eyes from the sight of her perfectly toned legs moving away from you.

According to the state of the sun, you must have been strolling between the trees for a while. A glance at your wristwatch shows there is still some time left until the first orientation meeting; you decide to take a look around the campus for a while. For a moment, you consider watching the cheerleader workout, but decide against it. It certainly does not make a good impression when an old man like you watches sexy young students dancing. You head instead to the Mellon building to get more familiar with the Dean of Students. After all, it can't hurt to have someone in a position of power on your side, especially after the events of the last days caused by Valerie.

When you arrive at the Mellon building, you try to figure out where the Dean's office is. The broad central stairway has a dozen or so students hanging around in small groups who stop their chatting to watch you walk by with undisguised interest. More students are arriving followed by staff members lugging heavy bags up the stairs. New arrivals are busy saying goodbye to their families in front of the building with still more in the hallways squealing loudly as they greet friends. Further down a much quieter hallway, you find a door with a polished brass plaque with 'Dean of Students' written on it in an elegant old fashioned font. A knock on the door goes unanswered.

Hoping to find the new Dean or at least someone who might know where he was, you knock on a door twenty feet down the hallway. Inside, a chair is hastily being pushed over the floor, and the faint 'thump' of something hitting the floor and twenty seconds later, then the door swings open.

"Yes?" In front of you stands Diana Naylor with a flushed face. The tight bun of hair you remember from your first two meetings is disheveled and individual strands cascade over her shoulders. The serious headmistress' clothes are slightly off as well; her pencil skirt has slid up and white blouse is buttoned wrong showing a hint of black lace beneath. A heavy, well-known aroma rises into your nose and your cock reacts with a deep aching. Clearing your throat you back away apologetically.

"Oh my, I'm sorry, Miss Naylor, I did not mean to invide your privacy. I am looking for the Dean of Students, he's not in his office, do you happen to know where he is?"

She seems to be as surprised to see you as you are to find her, "No Mr. Carter, I'm sorry." Miss Naylor, who is still a little out of breath, seems to pull herself together. "Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?"

"Thank you very much, but only if it doesn't cause any trouble." You smile obligingly, she waves you in and closes the door behind you, then points to a small coffee table. "Sit down." She waits for you to sit on the small, aubergine-colored sofa and then disappears into the kitchen. Your eyes fall on a book, which lies open under the table. As quietly as you can, reach for it. On the cover is a picture a muscular young man with long hair and naked torso lolls under a waterfall. "The Adventures of the Persian Prince." Is the title.

It appears to be a cheap historical romance novel. A little surprised, you raise an eyebrow and turn to look at the open side. Even the first few lines reveal that this is a hot sex scene, which is almost at its peak at this moment. Now you know why the normally pristine Miss Naylor looks so disheveled and the source of that sweet scent that still lays in the air. The scent of pleasure, sweat and excitement.

"Cream or sugar?" Diana's voice sounds from the kitchen. "No cream, two lumps of sugar please." You answer and quickly put the book back in its place. Not a second too soon. As you sit back on the sofa, Diana enters the room with two steaming cups of coffee and sits down across from you crossing her slender legs gracefully. The skirt and blouse are now back to normal and her hair is gathered together in a loose bun. She hands you your cup and looks at you with interest.

"Is there a reason that you are looking for the Dean this early in the morning?"