"All right, I'll do it!" I shrugged. "But please turn around. I'm not used to being stared at as I undress."

Mrs. Carey cursed and turned away. I had noticed before that there was a glass teapot on the table beside me, and the water in the teapot was bottoming out. Then a girl came up to her and talked to her. I saw Mrs. Carey's electric baton is straight down, and she's listening intently to the girl.

Yes, it's time. I grabbed the glass teapot and smashed Mrs. Carey's head as hard as I could. She fell to the ground when I knocked the first time. Mrs. Carey clutched...