Chapter 12
by 
Abdulalahazred
What's next?
Examine the Tassel
You take a closer look at the golden tassel - it looks like the kind that hang off of graduation mortar boards - and a memory arises unbidden -
It's graduation day! Finally. You're fiddling with your gown in a line with other girls - there are only ten graduating this year, but then Rutherford is a very small school. Up at the front Dean Goode is handing out diplomas.
Soon it's your turn, and you find yourself looking up into Dean Goode's eyes. He's smiling as he hands you your diploma, and your heart speeds up a bit as he places his hand over yours - his hands are quite familiar with your body, having spent the last three years investigating its every cleft and fold - you feel your nipples harden at the thought, poking at the rough fabric of the graduation gown -
and the memory fades.