波波小说

第3部分（第4页）

？Wow；？　he　murmured　as　she　folded　her　shirt　neatly　and　placed　it　on　the　grass　beside　her。　The

look　on　his　face　was　the　absolute　definition　of　the　phraseto　gawk　。

？Now　you；？　Jenny　said；　feeling　confident　in　the　knowledge　that　she　was　the　only　sober　one　in　the

forest。　Well；almost　。

？What　the　hell　are　you　kids　doing　back　here？！？　a　deep　voice　boomed。　An　athletic…looking　man

with　curly　brown　hair　and　a　brown　mustache　strode　down　the　path；　barefoot；　wearing　faded　Levi？s

and　a　threadbare　light　blue　oxford　shirt；　unbuttoned　to　midchest。

April　sat　up　and　wiped　her　mouth；　her　brown　eyes　shining。　？Hi；　Mr。　Tortia。？

Mr。　Tortia　didn？t　look　as　angry　as　he？d　sounded。　He　almost　looked　like　he　wanted　to　hang

out。　？So；　what　did　I　miss？？　he　demanded　eagerly。　Then　he　noticed　Jenny。　？And　who；　may　I　ask；

are　you？？

Harry　rubbed　the　spot　between　Jenny？s　bare　shoulder　blades。　？She？s　a　prospective。　And　I　think

maybe　she　took　your　share。？

Jenny　crossed　her　hands　over　her　chest。　Actually；　his　share　of　the　E　was　somewhere　inside　her

nude…colored　Bali　extra…support　bra　with　double…duty　underwire　and　chafe…free　superwide　straps；

but　she　wasn？t　about　to　volunteer　that　information。

Mr。　Tortia　picked　something　out　of　his　tobacco…stained　teeth　and　flicked　it　angrily　into　the　grass；

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

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