How many of the men sitting around the room had fucked Sybil? The little blonde looked around at the men, noticed several of them letting their eyes wander warmly over the redhead's tits while soft smiles played on their mouths.

"In conclusion, then," Mr. Timmons summed up, "let us be possessed by a passion – a passion to learn with our students – a passion to learn from them."

The teachers all trooped into the cafeteria afterwards. Sybil Harrison looked around until she spotted the new teacher. Julie saw the woman smile at her, then motion to her.

"Don't eat alone," the redhead told her. "Come on with me. After hearing the old man give his annual lecture, you're probably anxious to hear the real stow of Fort Arthur High."

"You mean we shouldn't have such a burning passion to learn with our students?" the blonde asked with a laugh.

"Honey," Sybil assured her, "passion is the right word. That's one item this horny student body has in abundance. I can see the boys now, if you wear a blouse and skirt like that to class. They'll have you gang-raped before second period."

"That's one experience I'd like to be in on," a heavy male voice laughed from behind her.

Julie turned around and looked up into the face of Dave Rauh, struggling to place him from the introductions earlier in the morning. He caught her confusion and laughed again. His eyes twinkled in friendly fashion as he moved to join the two women at a table.

"David Rauh," he told the girl. "History. That is, I try to teach a little history in between separating fights and breaking up couples who want to use the back of my class room as a mating ground."

"Is it really that bad here?" Julie asked.

She had, of course, heard of Fort Arthur's reputation. Her advisor in college had attempted to talk her out of accepting this job.