By L. A. Meyer
Everything she does is inaccurate. Her embroidery is deplorable, her French is atrocious, and her desk manners--disgusting! Then there is the small topic of her blue anchor tattoo. . . .
Despite her top efforts, Jacky can not seem to remain out of difficulty lengthy adequate to devote herself to being ladylike. yet what enjoyable may that be, anyway?
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