These youngsters didn't want to fuck around with the boys their own age, either. They wanted men and if the men were able to bestow certain favors on them so much the better. A lot of the girls found out about the goings-on up at the School Board and volunteered to be part of the festivities. Sure, some of them needed a bit of gentle persuasion, the dean thought, but for the most part they were ready, willing and able.

Well, I don't think that crusading chaplain is going to be able to stir up much interest from other members of the Board but perhaps it would be a good idea if I did alert some of the old boys, he thought. Especially, as tonight a transfer student at the school was going to come to the offices and uh… perform. The poor kid needed to pay for dancing lessons and she was talented. The members of the board would be more than happy to pay for the fourteen year old girl's lessons in exchange for certain, uh… favors…

The Dean had seen the girl in the hall a couple of times and he had made a point of making the youngster seem welcome at Craven and had spoken to her in a fatherly tone. When he'd seen her earlier today, he'd invited her to a performance. The girl's name was Marilee and although the dean suspected that she was more in the know than she let on, he didn't think that the kid realized that she was going to be the performance.

Well, there'd be an exhibition, all right. And it was going to be live. And little Marilee what's-her-name was going to be the star. Dean William Lowell licked his lips lasciviously at the thought, then bent his head over his desk.

***

Arlene Lowell was dressing when the dean arrived home.

"Dinner ready?" he asked.

"What am I a Goddamn cook or something?" she snapped, admiring herself in the mirror and dabbing some perfume behind her ears. "I'm just on my way out, I don't have time to cook."