Martine frozed there..looking at the headmaster...her jaw wide open....<br/><br/>She did not moved...her mind thinking of what she just heard...was he playing some sick joke on her...or what...she was not sure..what...could...she do...she had no money to get back home...she knew no one to help her out.<br/><br/>In a timid voice - "sir, did I understood correctly? are you serious..or is this some initiation you are playing on me?  I enrolled for art school...not to be in a whore school"<br/><br/>She waited to see what would he say