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"Don't wipe your hands on your pants. Take a spare set. Nobody wants food from somebody in yucky pants," to which Marcus nearly swooned flashing back to the hospital cook grabbing his sweaty orange yellowed crotch. "There are places along the route where you can change and wash. Do not ever use a facility offered by any patron. If you ever have to enter their homes, parties, whatever, it must be with a group, with adults, and with your clothes on. Never change in anybody's home! Ever! Never pat anybody any size any age for any reason on the ass." Marcus went out with Billy, and the sweeper, as soon both trucks were loaded. There was little to sell at 6 AM, but the training was best done this way. It took about two hours to get to the target sales area then the methodical memorization of streets and backup traps, We WILL rip your eyes out, the school locations - there were five, quite separated - taken in a single sequence. That was important. The key is not geometrical efficiency, but sales efficiency. "You MUST be at the first school at 2:00. I'll tell you why on the next pass," Billy assured. Just watch the route. The route was next run then rerun by the new trainee. "Nobody wears the cap." Billy swiped it from Marcus's head, "You look like a dork. Project coolness." Once the route was memorized to the point of being rather routine without mystery, the real training began. "See that house? There is a little twelve year old vixen in there. She attracts boys like you would not believe. Boys eat ice cream. The purpose of girls is to get boys all together in one place to eat ice cream. She's good. Her name is Jen. Be nice to her. Never let her get you alone anywhere but in the clear open street. Got it?" "Yeah."