F004 Diary Entry. Football Sunday.

I walk the corridors of the still empty college with my assistant, Christina, impeccable in her designer dress. Students are starting to flow back in for the Monday classes. I find a group of young people hanging lazily in the courtyard, breathing in the explosion of spring.

I send her to find sporting clothes and a soccer ball. They are a bit uneasy as we start - I'm not telling them who I am, so they take me for a gym assistant - but after a while we're all running after the ball. They're faster in the long run but I show them control of the ball and quick reflexes. Not bad for a geek and ex math professor. I study them, selecting the handsome ones, the ruthless ones. Better than looking at files.

During a break, I reach Christina who is looking at us from the side. I tell her to lose tight and panties, and to keep her thighs parted. She opens her mouth to protest but she knows better. She nods and walks away. When she comes back, the boys' eyes are drawn to her white legs. I do as if nothing happened.