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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