Unaware of what is going in in the administrators offices, or indeed what role he is playing in it, Kevin Hadley goes about his day. Dressed the usual Winter Men's uniform for the school - slate grey sport coat, khaki slacks and a button up shirt, he stands quietly by his desk while his 4th Period Biology teacher writes him another absence excuse.<br/><br/>It's not that he doesn't like gym. Alright, that's a lie - he doesn't like gym, and continues not to understand while people on after-school sports teams aren't exempted from it. But he wouldn't be imposing on Mr. Royce just for the sake of avoiding another round of "50 Push-ups, 50 crunches and team building sports". He'd been trying to impress him all year, and when he got wind of the chance to take a week tutoring some of the lower year students in Biology - they were particularly interested in how Kevin had passed Royce's notoriously difficult Genetics exam - he'd jumped at the chance. Glowing letters of recommendation didn't write themselves.<br/><br/>He is also unaware of the trail he has left for the two curious women. He isn't dumb enough to have left anything of interest on his school computer account. Everyone knows those are monitored, and you could get in serious trouble for steering Firefox even slightly astray of what you were supposed to be doing. If nothing else, all that meant was he might actually be discrete enough to not spill the beans the first day. But, to two well funded, well educated and determined admins, there was still much to be discovered.<br/><br/>First, there was INTHOUGHT, the journaling program they had installed on every student's account. From the student's perspective, it was a secure place where they were encouraged to keep diaries, notes and the like. They were afforded time during their study halls for it - it was considered a valid activity for such periods - and it was at least in theory secure and confidential. What they didn't know is it also had a computer algorithm meant to form a 'Writer's fingerprint' for each student, studying their cadence, grammar and word choice to characterize their 'Voice' - and thus whether or not a paper was written by them. Getting a breakdown of<em>those</em>statistics was trivially easy.<br/><br/>Scattered among common phrases like "Porter", "college" and "finals" were a more interesting collection. "Domme", "Mistress", "puppy", "pet"...and both their names.<br/><br/>The second was the young man's locker. The War on Drugs meant such private places were infinitely searchable without notice or consent. While Kevin was busy explaining that they key to the exam was not to overthink it, a quick search revealed a copy of Anne Rice's retelling of the Sleeping Beauty story - her decidedly kinky retelling. Perhaps not the perfect literature for him, the protagonist being the wrong gender, but he took what he could get, and the covers were tame enough that they could be read on the bus ride home without incident.