The morning is foggy, the morning is damp. September 1 came again, and Zinochka crossed the threshold of her native school. Brilliant clean floors, smart children with bouquets of gladioli and dahlias, funny faces sunburned over the summer.

Like everyone else, Zinochka today was cheerful and smart. She was wearing a new yellow blouse, and a large white bow on her head. Zinochka walked through the school corridors, smiling at everyone, very successfully dodged the hooligan Nefyodov, who never missed an opportunity to pinch her behind her ass, and went down to the semi-basement room where the office was located.

She knew for sure that now there is no labor lesson, but the Trudovik, a serious and positive man, will wait for her. Indeed, Yegor Vasilyevich was there. "BUT! Zinochka! Come in, come in, darling! ”He exclaimed, barely seeing her, and hurried to lock the door behind her, simultaneously pulling the belt out of his pants. Zinochka slowly walked around the class, considering familiar surroundings. A new slogan appeared on the wall, painted on a piece of hardboard: “Work and science - there is nothing above the two forces on earth!” "About sex again, as always, forgotten," thought Zinochka with annoyance.

In the meantime, Yegor Vasilyevich let down his pants, lay on his stomach on the workbench and looked at her with plaintive eyes. Zinochka approached the Trudovik and tied his hands behind his back with a piece of brown scotch. Then she took the belt lying next to her, swung it around, and that there were forces struck the hard buttocks of the Trudovik. “Zinochka:” he moaned. She began to whip him double folded belt. Yegor Vasilievich bit his lower lip and whined plaintively. "Will you study well?" She asked sternly, slapping her palm on the reddened bottom of the Trudovik. “Boo:” he moaned.

Zinochka hit him with a belt. "And the lessons will not skip?"

Again a weighty slap. - "I do not know:".

“After work, do not forget to remove the tools,” reminded the gray-faced moron of a poster hanging on the wall.

“Do you forget to remove the tools?” Zinochka asked and pressed the Trudovik with her sharp knee into her butt apart.

"No:", Yegor Vasilyevich breathed out, and his thick yellowish seed spilled onto the floor.

The bell rang. Zinochka untied the Trudovik's hands, opened the door, and slipped out of the classroom.

She climbed to the second floor and looked into the teacher's room. There was only Merzoyev, a fizruk, a huge pink-cheeked fellow with a mustache sticking out in different directions. As soon as he saw Zinochka, he loudly recited: “Zinochka, Zinulechka is a little girl, an asshole!”, And rattlingly roared. Like a cat, he jumped to Zinochka, lifted her with one hand, as if she weighed no more than his adidasque, and carried her to a leather sofa standing in a corner.

“Someone will come in,” Zinochka whispered.

“Nothing!” Screamed Merzoyev, turning his eyes wildly.

He threw Zinochka on the sofa and pulled off her pants. She looked scared at the door. Merzoyev lowered his sweatpants and pulled out a thick, red, smoking with excitement, member. In less than a second, he penetrated it and began powerful movements, like a giant piston. At the same time, a happy smile never left the face of a physical teacher, only the eyes became some kind of plastic.

"He looks like a horse: - Zinochka thought -: do not forget to remove the tools:"

She suddenly felt that inside Merzoyev it was as if something were boiling and in an instant a whole stream of hot sperm poured into her like running milk.

“Good!” He rumbled, pulling on his pants and pulling out his snow-white teeth.

Zinochka barely had time to put on panties and straighten her skirt, as the door opened and Stepanida Grigorievna, the headmistress, entered the teacher's room.

“Zinochka,” she said, “it's very good that you are here. It is necessary to wipe the assembly hall before the solemn ruler. Just have time.

Zinochka obediently nodded, slipped out the door and headed for the back room, to her brooms, buckets and brushes.She suddenly became unbearably sad because no one even remembered that she was 65 years old today.