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a kick in the pants, so to speak.”
    “The board already approved your medical furlough,” Jenkins said. “Bring in a physician’s signature, take the time off, then come back when you’re cured. No sense being here just to suffer every hour on the toilet.”
    “At most, it’s twice a day,” Stuart Renly answered in his defense.
    “But if you can’t hold it until your prep time, it’s a problem. Students tell their parents, their parents tell me. It’s ten minutes past the bell already, and your students are tossing pencils at the ceiling.”
    “They do that in everyone’s class,” Stuart Renly said, trying to make light of the situation.
    “You’re facing a discharge if you don’t take the furlough. That, or get the problem solved,” Jenkins said flatly.
    “I could wear a diaper,” Stuart Renly said, “but being five minutes late to class would be less distracting to the students. Beyond prescribing probiotics, which I’m already taking, my doctor can’t do anything. But he’s sure probiotics will lick the problem, so to speak.”
    “I am uninterested in colorful aphorisms.”
    Stuart shrugged. “I guess I’m trying to grin and bear it.”
    “Get in there with those kids.”
    “You got it, boss.”
    Principal Jenkins let Stuart Renly exit the lavatory first.
    Once they were in the hall, Jenkins reached for Stuart’s shoulder and gave him an understanding, principal-style pat. Jenkins liked to play the nice guy with everyone. He’d only been at Freemont for three years now, and the majority of the staff thought he was the bees knees. Mainly because he smiled more and was easier to get along with than the previous principal, Dr. Butthole Bixby. It also didn’t hurt that Jenkins was, as the female staff liked to whisper, a “real looker.”
    Funny how the ones who whispered “real looker” were the old, fat ones. The young, sexy teachers, who still walked high and tight and still cared about their weight and how many treats they ate daily, would never admit out loud that their loins burned for Principal Jenkins.
    Stuart Renly knew the truth.
    And Jenkins was a playboy at heart.
    He knew Jenkins wanted him gone, discharged, that is, if for no other reason than to have his harem of adultery-willing females more to himself.
    No more peephole breaks for a while, Stuart Renly decided. No more smart phone breaks either. Be in class on time. Okay, sir. Right and understood. Will do.
    But it will be hard going, he knew—really hard going.
    Especially seeing now, as he walked into class, three sets of creamy, shaved knees, all slightly spread, waiting for him in the front row.

Chapter 4

    5 th period study was immediately after lunch. You could either go to the library or to Mrs. Karuther’s classroom. The tables in the library sat four, plus the chairs were padded, so no one went to Karuther’s. Students could also talk quietly in the library while group cramming for a test, but the librarian still barked “Shh!”
    Never at Bailey, though.
    Bailey walked into the library and saw Eric Cady sitting at a table across from Tony Avery and Kylie Westin. Tony and Kylie were dating, and together they formed what someone had coined “The Pretty Pair.” Eric sat opposite them, with an empty chair on his left.
    He said something to them as he waved Bailey over.
    Bailey smiled, but shyly.
    Now, more than ever, she wished she hadn’t worn a tank top. It made her feel like one of those car wash girls you see on the street corner flagging guys down for a five dollar soapy wash. To say the least, she felt self-conscious about how much skin and cleavage showed. It was SO unlike her, and she prayed she wouldn’t be sitting directly under an air-conditioning vent.
    Eric had started waving her over after the last Algebra exam because the day prior Bailey had answered an easy linear function that an entire table of jocks couldn’t solve.
    Kylie was sporting spirit wear, Bailey noticed now, also a tank top,