You reflect on the past, and consider the future

You spend a few moments looking at the serene view of the lake, letting its beauty refresh you. You take a deep breath, putting the events of the past few days aside for the moment. With a smile you look around you, back up the slope towards the campus, where the stone façade of the main building peeks above the trees.

Your smile broadens as you consider the irony of the difference between the dignified look of the Pink Rose campus and the behaviour of some of its students. You doubt that the founders of the school had any idea that in their distant future the daughters of the rich and powerful would act like degenerate whores. Although perhaps they wouldn't have been surprised, you muse. Perhaps their own daughters had behaved with licentious abandon, lifting their crinolines for gardeners and rough handed young men from town.

Perhaps, you smile to yourself, having a brief image of yourself pounding your cock into a squealing young woman in Civil War era clothes as Brian gets his cock sucked by another. Shaking your head with a quiet chuckle, you start to walk down the forest path around the lake. You walk slowly, letting your mind drift, recharging your batteries as you stroll on the shadow dappled path.

Before you realise it, you've circled the lake and started to head back towards the main campus. Checking your watch, you see that you have twenty minutes before your first class begins, and you lengthen your stride as you begin to hurry, wondering what this day has in store for you.