<b>RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters</b><br/><br/>Isabel Willard stepped outside, eyes open and alert for any signs of the heinous creatures she most definitely did not lust after. A quick check of the screen reassured her that the south side seemed to be clear, and she sagged slightly in relief, tension leaving her body with a relaxing sigh. Several of her acquaintances were likely finishing their own mandatory lessons about now as well, and maybe she would have the chance to catch up with them at some point...<br/><br/>Unbeknownst to the alert young woman, the important screen flashed behind her. The sound was covered up by a gaggle of other students leaving through the doors, and Issy snorted slightly at the gossiping barely girls, with one or two quiet moping ones, seemingly those who had already felt the not-so-tender attentions of the harvesters.<br/><br/>As Issy relaxed into the early afternoon, keeping a watchful eye on her surroundings, she relaxed back against on of the lovely trees dotting the campus. Her glasses may have corrected Issy's vision, but they did nothing to help her remember to look up...