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French class was important. First, there was Madame Beauvais, a dark-haired woman of maybe thirty with a low throaty voice that kept his cock in an uproar that perhaps contributed to his poor grades in the subject. Then there was Rene, possibly the most beautiful girl in the school. He could catch up with Joey, go after Brianna and Colleen, the hot Irish twins, or jerk off later.

He arrived just as the tardy bell sounded and grabbed his seat.

"Monsieur Rot. Vous etes en retard."

"Mais non, Madame. La cloche a sonné juste."

"Your accent, it has improved, Monsieur Rot. For zees, I forgive the tardiness. But zees time only."

"Oui, Madame," Rot said.

Madame's body was every bit as distracting as Rot remembered but he'd had decades of practice splitting his attention between women and getting his work done. He made a point to complement Rene on her outfit. Remembering that she was a music buff, Rot decided to exercise a bit of knowledge he'd picked up playing trivia. "The more I listen," Rot said, "the more I think Tago Mago may be really important. Maybe more important than Sticky Fingers although not as obvious."

"Nobody is better than the Stones."

"I'm not saying better. I'm saying important. But I won't argue with you if you say you love Sticky Fingers."

He didn't think Rene had ever actually looked at him before. Now she gave him a real look-over. "I think you're full of shit."

He shrugged. Getting into Rene's pants was a long term project. He'd have to work up to it, buff his body, actually learn something about music rather than spout the BS he'd picked up doing trivia. But he did have one advantage... he knew which albums and groups had held up and which had faded... which should help with a real music fan. "I like good shit as much as the next guy."

"Yeah, well maybe--" she cut herself off and headed for her next class.