‘I remember when you were just a piss ant history teacher so don’t get all uppity with me! So what if the football team has had a quiet year last ...year!? We won state two years in a row before that!! If you think I’ll let you push us out based on one poor year then you’ll hear from the board of education!!’ Coach Howell stood up, reveling in the look on Doug Muggins’ face, he would never see him as anything but that wimp of a history teacher he was a few years ago. How he became principal wasn’t. Farrah caught her beefy protector’s eye just as he loomed behind the offender. She shook her head and bade him come hither. She reached out and clutched a fist full of his muscle shirt, dragging his ear down to her whisper. ‘I’ll handle it’ she assured him. ‘Leave him to me.’ The bouncer nodded his consent and retreated to his nearby hovering post, having demonstrated to the patrons that he was ready to pounce on any bad behavior. Ned and Farrah glowed from their public foreplay. The clientele. It was a guy in gym class." What? We don't have co-ed gym." Yea, one day Mrs. James sent me to the boys gym class to tell Mr. Claude that the girls would be having class on the field, so the boys couldn't." And?" Caleb is excited, but scared."I went into the boys locker room to find Mr. Claude and Marc Rollins was in there showering. No one else was there." And?" I saw his penis." she concludes."And?" Caleb is getting frustrated."And what?" Darcy is perplexed."What did it look like?" It looked. It seemed we had let the proverbial pussy out of the bag or opened Pandora’s Box or something like that because even though we are not supposed to be texting at work, neither one of us could behave ourselves. We were secretly texting one another all day long having a silent conversation practically right next to one another. Clearly my sexual drought was getting the better of me and I guess my hidden frustrations were no longer so hidden. I told him how wet he made me the night before and that.