The boards of the floor shifts silently. One of Geril's extensions pushing up and into the room as it explored a new path it had just bored through the schools walls. He could hear the soft and erotic gasps of two women wrapped up in the throws of passion. slowly it crept up from under the bed and then stood their watching them like they were a television softly ungilating and tasting the energy in the air being created by their passion. a Delicate, delicious taste of young lovers in their almost innocent explorations. At least, innocent in the sense that neither was particularly experienced. He stood their watching with all his sensory receivers and dinning on the hints in the air.