Tristan GoodFellow had been reading after his second cold shower and it was curious that he had indeed cooled down.<br/><br/>His selection of reading material consisted of two tried and true books guaranteed to shrink heat. The first Bee Pollination; Less Sting More Honey by J M Mullet, stimulating reading for those in need of sedatives and out of their prescription. The other Quantum Mechanics, the evolution of a supernova by Professor Horace Loadstone Jr. a must read for those needing a reason to drink.<br/><br/>Sadly enough GoodFellow was midway thru the second book when her Ladyship had arrived.<br/><br/>He listened attentively to her concern about Charlotte. He had not thought that frightened girl would even consider leaving her bed much less fleeing the campus.  Charlotte as the first of this new group to buck the system so to speak, had him grinning.  The least likely to do anything boldly daring tried to escape before the first day began meant this next year was going to be filled with surprise and exciting training days.<br/><br/>The proximity of Lady Shaw's voluptuous body in no way affected him in the least. He was after all reading about black hose..holes. He did have an appreciation for art in whatever garment worn. This woman was a silk claw of discipline. He appreciated every aspect of her attributes.<br/><br/>He bent as she came close to whisper. He carefully consider the request. He found his heart pumping a beat or two faster as she finished. He straightened. His express had not changed. It was of course clearly academic in nature. There was only one conflicting appointment on his schedule he needed to address.<br/><br/>" I must let you know that I have an appointment with a student at 5 pm that I cannot reschedule."<br/><br/>"If that won't be a problem then I shall clear my calendar for the whole day," He said in that volunteer spirit.<br/><br/>