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"And what would the three of you do with all this privacy, Ms. Fulton?" you ask teasingly.

"It's what Ms. Frigid Naylor thinks we'd do that's important," she laughs, her eyes flashing. "Corrupt the young girls of the Academy by setting a bad example or some such nonsense. Hell, some of these girls could give lessons in venery to a New Orleans brothel."

"Venery?" you ask, momentarily puzzled.

"Oh!" she giggles prettily, covering her mouth with a her fingers. "Forgive me. The price of being a language teacher. It's an archaic word meaning sexual indulgence."

"Surely they're not all that bad," you laugh.

"Some of them are. A few got asked to leave after last year, but some of the worst are still here. If you meet one called Valerie Cummins, watch your ass. I don't know how she escaped being kicked out. Anyway, come on and let me show you around," she says with another brilliant smile, gesturing to the door.