“So how are you feeling about the Academy so far?” Madison inquired once they had moved everything into the suite and had collapsed onto the sofa.
“I am not gonna lie about how excited I am,” Emily admitted. “I know it makes me sound like a dork, but that’s seriously how I feel about it. I mean, academically, it’s going to be tough, but that’s totally what I want right now.”
Madison stared at Emily for a moment, then laughed.
“Are you serious? You are looking forward to the coursework?” Madison asked incredulously.
“Yeah, why is that so funny?” Emily replied suspiciously.
“Oh, no offense, I mean, that’s totally cool if you’re into that. It’s just not among my top my priorities right now.”
“OK, so what are you thinking about, looking forward?”
Madison said nothing for a moment, gazing out the window at the cedar tree in the lawn outside. Then she turned to Emily, looking quite serious.
“What we get to do to the boys,” she said, trying to sound casual.
“Oh, that!” Emily replied, laughing.
The Academy at West Hills Handbook for the Male Student, as it was called, could be seen in the hands of all the first-year boys. It specified a code of conduct that was fairly exhaustive in its set of requirements and prohibitions. If the boys were in violation of any of the rules, they would face rather severe consequences. And nothing would prepare them for what they would endure at the hands of the female students. They would have no other course but to accept their fate and learn the lesson that, at the Academy, they were going to receive an education in submission.