“I want to move up my retirement,” Cilla said to the naked principal. “I want to leave today.”
Principal Caesar smiled. “What a coincidence,” he said. “Here I was hoping to talk you into postponing your retirement!”
Cilla swallowed nervously and shook her head. “I’ve been marked for death,” she said. “They almost killed me this afternoon.”
Caesar rolled his eyes and sighed as if they were discussing a harmless teenage prank. “And why is that, Cilla?” he said. “What did you do?”
Cilla knew better than to look for sympathy or the slightest trace of support from the oily administrator. His only goal was to appease the godlings and their parents at all costs. He was very popular with the student body and even went naked and occasionally jacked into the hive-mind to curry their fav
