"Highly valued, I'm sure."
From her angle of stance Jacquette could tell that Jacoby was hard in his pants. She didn't have to guess what would come next.
And she had planned for it.
Yes, Jacquette had determined that she would trade her virginity for a place on the gymnastics squad. If had to come to that.
"Highly valued, Jacquette. Why, yes."
"Get it over with."
"Well, you already seem to know-"
"Cut the shit."
"You're strong, Jacquette. Here goes. Part of my mission here is to rebuild the team-"
"You fucking that spic bitch?"
"Scuse me?"
"That cunt puta you got out front. What's her fucking name-Chiquita?"
"I-"
"Just trying to see if you're a fag. You know, everyone knew Coach Haller was a regular old Sister of Sappho-sucked chicks? Thought you might be into the same kind of trip."
"Ahem. What my predecessor's sexual preferences might have been is not my concern here."
"Come on. You knew she was lesbian. That's part of the reason she's outta here."
"There were admittedly some personal as well as political considerations in the changeover among the coaching staff. But as far as I am aware, that aspect of Margaret Haller's personal life was never entered into the discussion. Now, Jacquette, this is all beside the point."
"I don't think so."
"Why? Is that why you're-Jesus! You're five fucking hours late for your appointment? Out guzzling with your girlfriends. Little play-action routine? Did you luck her?"
"Who?"
"Come off it. Haller."
"No."
"That's the reason you came in here with your little twat worked up. You're one of the ones- lucked for Haller. Wanted to see if you could use the same angle on me. You cheap-"
"You're really crude."
"Well, you're really gone."
"So soon, hon?"
"I did have a nice little speech all planned out for you, Jacquette. But you can forget it now." Jacoby's face hardened. "You don't seem to want any reasonable explanation."