Some thoughts and a small surprise

You whistle happily all the way back to the school, pleased with your dominance of the two drunken town bitches. If you had more time and less chance of witnesses, you'd have served them both properly, fucking both of their slutty cunts after slapping them around a little. You've never been one for taking attitude from bitches, and certainly not from trash like those two. If you see them again you're going to make sure they remember it.

You park in the underground lot and stroll towards your cottage, spinning the keys around one finger. You have a bit of time before your afternoon class, and you have no intention of spending it with other faculty.

When you get to your cottage you notice the door is ajar a few inches. Warily you step onto the porch, your senses prickling before you carefully push the door open. You wait a moment, listening, but hear nothing and step into the cottage, leaving the door open as an escape route if things go badly.

When you take another step forward and look into the living room you give a silent sigh of relief and relax.

Your spy Valerie Cummins is sitting on your couch, her knees together and her hands clasped in her lap, obviously waiting for you.