You don't want to draw attention to yourself. Best just to act natural and scoot on by. You stare down at the sidewalk, avoiding eye contact but listening carefully to the group of predators. Your pulse quickens as you grow closer and you feel sweat gathering on your forehead.

"Ah, now this IS a rare sight!" you hear the instructor say. "This is one of the few institutions left that still permits food to attend, as you can see." The girls giggle and jeer, and you realize they're addressing you. Your cheeks redden but you don't stop or respond. You simply pray that they're content to tease you.

"Mmmm, smell that fear?" the snide instructor quips. "He's got one foot in the toilet and he knows it! Fun fact, girls: less than one percent of male college students survive freshman year." You cringe inwardly as you hear that statistic. You didn't realize it was that bad. The girls laugh at you and one of them spanks your ass as you pass by, but then they carry on with their tour, leaving you alive for the time being.