"Why me?"

"Look Jack, or whatever your name actually is, just because I'm a cute little high school girl doesn't mean I don't have a brain in my head. I'm going to need some pretty convincing proof that you're really a government agent, but more than that, I want to know why you would pick me out of all the girls in this school. And I want the truth, I have a very sensitive bullshit detector," Sarah said in disbelief.

Jack didn't waver. "I could show you some identication, but the really convincing proof will have to wait until later. As for why we picked you... that's very complicated."

"Isn't it fortunate that we happen to be in a classroom with all these learning aids at our disposal? You could teach me all kinds of complicated things, I'm sure." At her own words, Sarah was reminded of what she really hoped to get out of this man, and she involuntarily licked her red lips over.

The action seemed to unsettle Jack a bit. "Um... right, let me put this as delicately as possible. Our target, one Giovanni Passini, has a definite eye for the ladies."

"Tell me about it," Sarah inquired.

"You know him?" Jack asked in Surprise.

"He's a jerk. He thinks he's all hot, he has delusions that he's some kind of Godfather. I always figured that he was overcompensating for a tiny prick or something."

Jack smiled, in spite of himself. "In any event, we decided to exploit his weakness for pretty girls. That's where you come in. You're attractive, our informants say that you've never dated him before, and we thought you'd be right for the job."

Sarah's eyes narrowed. "What is it you're not telling me?"

"I don't want to offend you," he answered.

"This ought to be good."

Jack sighed. "All right. Our informants were told to look for someone with three aspects: attractive, never dated him, and... promiscuous."

Sarah's eyes went wide. "Excuse me?"

"According to the reports of our student agents, don't bother asking who they are, you have a reputation for being a bit of a player. They reported that you had no less than seventeen different sexual partners this school year alone, and that most of them were with boys you hardly knew. We needed someone who might be willing to go 'all the way' with Passini if that was required."

"Fuck you!" Sarah shouted.

"I'm sorry if you feel insulted, but for what it's worth, I personally don't think there's anything wrong with a healthy sexual appetite. If you don't want to help us, you're under no obligation to do so. Of course, we'd have to transfer you to another school so that you wouldn't be a liability to this operation. Pardon the cliche, but you know too much."

Sarah considered her options.