Finish your run

You resume your run, smiling at the memory of fucking the delicious Language teacher. Whatever else the school has to offer, sampling it's younger teachers is certainly near the top of the list. Monica seems to have a vivid imagination, and you look forward to exploring her fantasies further. Not to mention Diana Naylor, who hides a vivid sexuality under her conservative clothes, and as far as fucking goes could give the smug Ms. Fulton a run for he money. You grin at the memory that they both called you a 'monster' and reflect that the two might have far more similarities than differences. Monica would doubtless be shocked at the Headmistress' performance in your office the day before, and you suspect Diana would be horrified and possibly jealous of your '****' of one of her teachers.

You follow the trail around the lake, passing several side trails that lead deeper into the woods. There is nothing but the clear air and the shade and the sounds of birdsong. It's the kind of run you love, far better than pounding around a track like a hamster on a wheel. You feel fit and healthy and strong, energised from your fucking and the flow of energy through your limbs. Your mind drifts back to ballgames and track meets and the sheer pleasure of running and feeling at one with your body.

By the time you've circled the lake you're ready for a shower and breakfast. You run to your cottage, trotting up the stairs to your room. Mason's door is still closed and you strip off your running gear and hit the shower, humming happily to yourself.