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looking genuinely pissed off。 ？This is a school； not a strip club。 Put your clothes back on；？ he
snapped at Jenny。
Gladly。
Jenny snatched up her pretty Japanese…style shirt； rising to her feet as she slipped her arms inside
the sleeves and buttoned it up to her chin。Who the hell is this guy； anyway？ she wondered with
frightened indignation。
？You can？t be serious about attending this institution；？ Mr。 Tortia observed； his thick brown
mustache slick with sweat and spittle。 ？Croton prides itself on its discretion。 Our students are the
cr？me de la cr？me！？
Jenny gazed down at the circle of Croton students； their bare navels and nipples blinking up at
her in the warm summer sun； their mouths working the Dentyne； blissed out from the Ecstasy； and
exhausted by a single round of Duck； Duck； Goose。 Discretion？ Cr？me de la cr？me？ The cr？me de
la cr？me of fuckups； maybe。 And what right did this dude with the mustache have to tell her
whether she could go there or not？
？Are you a teacher here or ？？？ she asked politely。
Mr。 To