That was when the principal walked in.

Jodie and Greg had frozen, and the principal, a very stern and moralistic old man, had turned white. They'd thought he was going to have a heart attack. Then he recovered himself and ordered them to dress and report to his office immediately. Jodie told him the incident was her fault, that she'd come on to Greg, so the principal let Greg off with a week's suspension.

Then he told Greg to leave. He said to Jodie, "Young woman, that was the most disgusting and disgraceful thing I've ever seen a faculty member do. By rights I ought to have you banned from every library in the country. But I'm going to give you one more chance. I want you to see a psychiatrist."

The old man had told Jodie she was a nymphomaniac, and maybe he was right, Jodie thought. She only knew that she couldn't control herself once a man turned her on. Her lusts had to be satisfied, or she went out of her mind with frustration. And today she had proved it all again.

She couldn't go on being a prim, sexless old maid. She had to have sex, every day. It was right there waiting for her, too, because nearly every male student at Valley High wanted into her pants.

Jodie decided to give them what they wanted. But she'd be a lot, more careful than the last time.

The next day at work she got the usual looks, boys sneaking longing glances at, her over the top of their books. Jodie knew she could have had any one of two dozen boys. It was just a matter of making up her mind which one she wanted.

That didn't take long. The cutest kid in the room was Randy Lake, a flirtatious, dark-eyed hunk who was giving her the boldest looks of all. Randy was a little on the short side, but husky and well-muscled, and he obviously knew what to do round girls. For her first student conquest, Jodie didn't want to have to teach anybody the ropes. Randy looked ideal in every respect.