It's just breakfast

You help yourself to eggs and bacon, adding a bowl of fruit and a cup of coffee to your tray before taking a seat at the faculty table. You're early, and there are no other teachers in evidence, and only a few bleary eyed looking students, most of them not yet in their uniforms.

You watch them as you eat, recognising a few faces but seeing none that you've interacted with, much less fucked. You treat yourself to a smug smile at the thought of plundering the pussies of more of these ripe rich bitches, and idly speculate which, if any of the girls in the room will be next.

You're joined by Donna Considine and Lorri McKay, the three of you making small talk as you eat. Mason Carter and Brian Watts sit down a short time later, both of them looking like they could use more sleep, but joining in the inconsequential chat.

Finished, you bid your colleagues good morning and leave the hall, looking forward to what should be an interesting day.