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In no time at all Marcus was into it with a natural sense of the rhythm of this job. He navigated a little known dirt path through the woods that were long familiar to him from camping there. That alone cut ten minutes off the inter-school loop, which, in turn, allowed an additional two schools on the second round of after school events, nicely ahead of the Humor truck. "Eat my dust, Humor cretin! Ah capitalism. I can be good at this." Three ice pop bribes, well, not really bribes but payment for expertise - rewards for knowledge - to three youngsters working at three pizza places, led to advance notice about several large pizza deliveries. Pizza causes ice cream to be eaten. Billy was right. Small price. Three, actually four ices. One extra to send the humor dude on a wild goose chase. The powerful pheromones that Billy, in so many words, claimed were given off by teen age girls, especially Jen, was all too obvious from this perspective. Billy was not distorted. This was pure science. "They test their attractiveness on somebody they think is safe. Somebody outside their world. STAY OUTSIDE," Billy had warned. "Don't discourage them. Don't encourage them. Do not embarrass them. They are your meal ticket." Pretty girls with short skirts attract boys. Boys, on the prowl, act stupid, make noise, wrestle and expend huge amounts of energy for which they consume huge amounts of ice cream. This would have made a great paper for a biology presentation, Effects of Pheromones on Courting Behavior in Relation to the Economics of Subthermal Foodstuff Consumption , or something like that. One of the many teenage girls, trying out their sexuality, engaged him directly by slowly ordering strawb.. no... cho.. no.. she wasn't sure .. maybe.. no.. vanill.. no, all the while rotating left and right in a sheer