Jo Ann knew who the lucky man would be, too. Oh yes, he would be a lucky man. She had no illusions about that. Any man who fucked her would be lucky, not only because she was so beautiful, which she was, but because she would throw her heart and soul into it and make it as good for him as she expected him to make it good for her.

She slipped into her red skirt and white blouse. At her age, she wore while socks and black patent leather strap shoes without heels.

After having breakfast, she took her schoolbooks and lightheartedly went to school. She had a little tricky negotiating to do, but somehow she had the feeling she would pull it off.

The dean of boys at her high school, Dr. Evan Joseph, was in his mid-forties. The man was about six feet tall, had shiny black, straight hair, deep brown eyes, and one of those rugged masculine faces she often read about in the romance novels her mother continually brought home. Dr. Joseph was a bachelor, but a careful man. Jo Ann knew he went out with a lot of the female teachers, even some of the married ones, and though there was never any proof as to what the man did with them, nor was there any doubt in the minds of anyone who happened to see him with one of the teachers.

Jo Ann had inadvertently found something out last Friday, and she intended putting it to good use. There were senior girls, girls who had flunked their last year in high school and didn't want to flunk again, who made "deals" with Dr. Joseph. These girls inevitably were in the good Doctor's English class, and when it seemed as if they were on the verge of failure again, the man called them to the office of the dean of boys where he spoke to them privately.

Oddly enough, the dean's office was right next to the girls' first-floor bathroom. Though the school walls were very thick, whoever had designed the heating system for the school had given the same vent to the private office of Dr. Joseph, and said bathroom.