Driving to the school, Brian began recalling his adolescence. Only 22, it wasn't that long ago that he was making this same drive to class every day. He knew that he'd recognize and know many of the faculty at the school; he doubted they changed staff much. As he drove, he caught glances of all the students, too young to drive and too close to home to be picked up by their parents, walking home. The uniforms caught his attention – they were different somehow. He'd always hated that uniform, but he knew he looked hot in it... The girls always told him so. But those poor girls, their uniforms were awful back in the day. Culottes hanging to their mid calf, huge blousy shirts, and suspenders. Sexy was not the word used to describe these uniforms. But as Brian gazed out the window of his Mercedes, he realized that the difference in the uniforms was that the girls' one was completely different. Sure, it was the same ugly plaid... But damn those were skirts now, and so fucking short... The shirts, too, were more form fitting, and many girls left the top buttons undone. They still wore the same white knee socks and loafers, but the short length of the skirts allowed that the leg be seen... Good god, those uniforms were hot. Brian had to focus to keep his car in the proper lane and out of a collision.
Brian's visit to the school was a brief one. Just walked into the office – he knew his way around, after all he'd gone their for 4 years – and spoke to the Headmaster and the Director of the Upper School about his requirement. After a quick glance around the lobby, he headed back out to his car and home for a drink.
