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 An institute enrolling many people; I mill around casually talking with the students there. Are we working? Because my shirt is off and a burly, thuggish man has stung me across the back with a long, thin switch (like a buggy whip). I turn on him and threaten him with my whip. I get it from a drawer or cabinet nearby - a hefty black braided bullwhip, coiled with a fat knob at the end of the grip. I crack it a few times in the air. The man is gone...
 I walk to a corner of the portico overlooking trees and distant hills. Stars appear in the sky. I lean back against a large pillar and take in the evening; I feel tremendously peaceful. I lose all sense of time...
 Several people are seated or standing in what seems like a college dormitory lounge; a few couches and lamps. I go in. An old man is talking, seated on the floor and leaning back against a couch; around him students and others listen intently. The old man is completely naked: I peep over the couch at his cock just to make sure. He is inspired, speaking abstractions and wisdom. I sit down next to a very attractive darkhaired girl in a sweater and dark plaid skirt, and ask her what is going on. As she tries to explain, she may enjoy that I have put my right arm around her and have slipped my left hand under her skirt. Then I am again listening to the old man, kneeling with my elbows on the back of the couch. He concludes a thought with "...and that is why the sunlight likes the stars." There's a thoughtful pause, and I say, "But the sun is a star," and laugh with pleasure. He seems irritated that I have stepped on his line, but I don't care...