Take the bike for a run

As you walk back to the Mellon Building you are keenly aware of the glances cast your way by many students and the giggling conversations that start as you pass. You wondering how many of girls have fucked one of the other men by now, for if you have been unable to resist, you doubt that the other men have been any stronger

You're suddenly sick of the sight of hormonal teens, and you don't feel like making small talk with other teachers. You feel a need to get off campus and blow some steam off, and when you get to your office you toss your briefcase onto your desk and change into some riding clothes and head for your bike.

Kicking it to life, you ride off campus slowly, not wanting to alert everyone by making the exhausts echo of the stone walls, but you see more than a few girls pointing and giggling as you leave. Outside the gates you open the bike up a bit, although taking it fairly easy through the suburb of large homes between the school and town.

Once through town and out on the highway you open the bike up, feeling the raw machine power under you and the cleansing whip of wind against you. In a few moments your irritation feels scrubbed away and your stomach growls slightly, reminding you that you're hungry. You turn back to town and start looking for a place to eat, reminding yourself not to tell Louisa that you've cheated on her cooking again.

With a smile you see a drive in burger joint, straight out of the fifties, with a few cars parked around a central building, each of them with trays hanging from the window. You grin, thinking that it's what you're in the mood for, and pull into a vacant stall, flicking your lights on for service as you read the menu on the wall in front of you.

A moment later you hear the sound of wheels turning on asphalt, and you turn your head to see a waitress on roller skates gliding up to you. You grin in surprised pleasure as the pretty woman looks at you with a smile and takes an order pad out of her apron pocket.

"What's it gonna be boss?" she asks with a brassy tone in her voice, her pencil poised to write.