Chapter 71
by 
Abdulalahazred
What's next?
Talk to Trixie
Trixie is a a little sex kitten of a girl, maybe eighteen years old, about five feet tall, with breasts that seem a bit too large for her frame. She has a sort of sad, melancholy look about her, as if she wants to be anywhere but here. But her mouth seems always in a permanent, open lipped pout, as if she's fighting a bad case of horniness.
“What do you know about me?” You ask.
"You're the new girl, Janet,” Trixie says.
“Yeah. What about you?”
She blushes. “I don't want to talk about it, please."
“Sorry. Maybe you can tell me about the Rutherford School,”
Trixie shudders. “I hate this fucking place,” she hisses. “Want a good example of how perverted these people are? They leave cigarettes out where we can find them, just so they can cane the shit out of us for smoking. And I used to smoke two packs a day before -“ she looks down at her body ruefully, “before this."