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Mr. Clark looked up from his desk at the big titted woman across from him.
“I suppose you know why you were called for this meeting,” the high school principal said.
“No, I don’t,” Jean Francis said. “Dave told me you wanted to talk to both of us, but he didn’t say why.”
Dave looked, down at the floor. He wasn’t worried; he knew his mother would understand. Still, though, he hadn’t been able to tell her what he’d done.
“Well,” Mr. Clark began solemnly. “It seems Dave and a few of his friends were caught peeking into the girls’ locker room.”
Dave could feel his mother’s eyes on him. Big deal, he thought. So he had wanted to see some naked girls. There was no reason to make a federal case out of it.
“They climbed up on the roof of the athletic office so they could see through the window. Now that was bad enough,” Mr. Clark was saying. “But to invade the girls’ privacy is quite another matter.”
Ho hum, Dave thought to himself. Who cares. The old creep is probably getting off by telling her about it.
“Well, I’ll make sure that he never does it again,” Jean said. “We’re going to have a talk when we get home.”
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