His private office.

Recently Professor Klemmer had received a series of emails inquiring about his lectures on advanced mathematics and their application to gourmet cuisine. The premise was pure and utter bullshit, but his lonely global wandering had recently led to an asexual existence, and any chance to ogle young female college students he would never forsake.

Klemmer scanned the lecture hall looking for the "new one," but soon found himself looking for any one. Presented with a wealth of coeds, he was struck by a sense of speechlessness usually reserved for his bouts of stage fright. As the older head of some department briskly approached him, Klemmer's knees gave out. He was able to catch himself just before contacting the podium with his head. Unfortunately, the residual momentum from catching himself transferred into an energy that sent him whirling onto his back. A squirrelly TA ran to help him to his feet. Klemmer waved the boy off and closed his eyes to the bright stage lights.

A busty girl from the University of New Jersey was flouncing her way toward Klemmer. The sun lit her platinum locks and as the buxom coed collapsed onto his body, heaving with the torment of a lover's anxiety, a singular tress slipped onto Klemmer's forehead and tangled in his eyelashes. As Klemmer wound his hot palms around her back, unsnapping her bra, yet careful not to bring her attention to the wanton acts he was about to perform, he rolled onto his side. The softly perspiring coed slid onto a wet patch of grass, her nipple constricting from contact with the cold liquid. Inspired by this sensuous reaction, Klemmer followed a stream of drool flowing down his thigh to a heart-shaped pool collecting between his first two toes.

The nurse on call had jarred him out of his un-consciousness. Klemmer blinked a few times his vision obscured, first by the bleariness of his welcome back to the conscious world, then by a sterile cloth 3 inches from his nose, and wielded by a life-worn yet graceful woman. She was wiping the last bits of sleeping drool from his chin. A celebratory air filled the amonia-ed room as he was spoon-fed the hospital's required dinner meal. As a bit of applesauce made its escape through his lips, Klemmer drifted asleep caressing his thighs.