Lilly watched the girls with envy. They always seemed to be laughing and having fun at Rowanberry. At the Charleston Academy for Girls, it was always ...bout studying and school work. Even friendships were discouraged; everything at Charleston was competitively centered around competition and rank.Before Lilly had been sent to Charleston Academy at the age of 14, she would always hear her parents speak of what wonderful wives Rowanberry produced. Lilly always wondered what the girls studied. What. I'm getting totally soaked!", she said and looked back at Scott. He was standing just behind her. Besides him stood Barry Raymond, Scott's best friend. They were both wearing black. Scott sat down at the edge of the pool, resting his feet against the chair. "What is Barry doing here? What is going on?", Lauren demanded. She looked from Scott to Barry and back at Scott again. They were both smiling at her. "Get me out!" No Lauren", Scott said and stroked her hair, "I'm afraid you're going to sit. She'd be done, and yet a few minutes later it was as if she hadn't had any in some time. She could already feel the first tingles of desire as she looked around the room. Bare bottoms moved up and down rhythmically. Here and there a girl rode on top, her breasts bouncing as she impaled herself on a guy.She took a breath, trying to control her impulses. Maybe a breath of fresh air would help.She'd thought people here worked in the buff. They had the same dress code as the people in the main. "Cheeky, aren't you, Mr. Stewart?" she asked. "Professors, especially new young women professors, shouldn't be seen associating with students, let alone having lunch in a public place with them. So while I might like to get to know a fellow Commonwealth citizen better, I must decline your invitation Mr. Stewart." Well, I wouldn't want a fellow Commonwealth citizen to get in any trouble, so I will just admire her from the cheap seats of the classroom," I told her. "You have a good day Professor.