I was walking down the street and trying to recover from the shock. Tyutin and Yulia Borisovna. Amazing How quickly things change! Four years ago it was an ordinary impudent youngster, and now this mud * k shoves in the ass my class teacher. Let the former. It was necessary for me to sort things out, because I could not leave this case.

I lodged in my apartment, in a half-forgotten dusty odnushka, which my parents and I could not sell. Down on the bed, he began to think. The blood raged in me. Shame, fear, desire and ... jealousy literally boiled in the soul. “How could she, I thought, did she turn out to be just an amoral aunt, and not a strict civilized teacher? Yes that turned out to be so! Fuck with some Tyutin, lousy bastard ... "

I understood that emotions spoke for me. Having taken a cold shower, calming my nerves with a valocordin found somewhere in the kitchen bins, I began to think easier and fresher. I pulled out my old school board from under the bed, on which I used to draw when I was a child, I hung myself over the sofa and started writing questions.

So, the first question. Did Tyutin and Yulia Borisovna have a relationship up to this point? Gently writing chalk letters, I was thinking. According to her intonation it was impossible to say for sure whether they had fucked before or not. Tyutin's style replicas: “I want you more than life” inclined to the fact that they had everything for the first time. But on the other hand, the behavior of Yulia Borisovna, her languid excuse suggested the opposite. Her words came to mind "not here, we can be seen, not now." In short, everything is foggy.

The second question. How did Julia Borisovna get to have sex with some orphanage? This question came, rather, from the first. Her husband left her? But she said she was married. Does she lack sex? So, too, like an adult woman, she could have found a decent peasant, especially the forms allow. Although, wait, maybe it just turns the spicy situation? This novel turns out, sex with an orphan in school, in a hard style to the same. But this is already interesting. Previously, I would immediately dismiss this thought, but now she literally did not give me peace of mind: if she is able to surrender to the student right during the lessons, it means that she can have anything on her mind. Provided, of course, that he did not just force her.

The third question. Not even a question, but a statement. Love. Could she slip between them? They are so different: an adult, wealthy woman and a daring youngster, who must have already injected about twenty times and chases people in the evenings in the park. But, to be honest, it excites it in earnest. My member even hardened, but I again concentrated on the question. Could or not? More likely no than yes. Still, Tyutin was not a romantic who could attract the attention of the refined, as I thought earlier, Yulia Borisovna.

Just below, I wrote and emphasized two times: “violence” and stuck a small question mark next to it. So far it all came down to this. Oh, I wish I could watch them, but what is the only reason to find it?

But then I stopped myself. What the hell am I supposed to watch for someone? Why not just go for an open dialogue with Yulia Borisovna, and then for direct confrontation with Tyutin? Although no, it would be better to wait a bit with the confrontation, but it would be good for the teacher to get it out and talk heart to heart.

And then the first thought: do not believe it. What proof do I have that I saw their sex with Oleg? Moreover, all of a sudden they are at the same time, and she will say to Tyutin and then farewell to my journalistic youth ... But, wait a second, I did take a photo. Inertly, inertly, it can be said. I instantly took the phone out of my jeans pocket and looked at the pictures. Horror and lust seized me. Borisovna was in an extremely sexy pose, straightening her legs apart, on her heels, she surrendered to the polishing crotch, already sweating, Tyutin.The member in the pants began to harden again, but I forced myself to disengage from lustful fantasies ...

So I have proof. It is quite possible to go on a conversation with her, the more so that there is a reason, a former student calls to talk in ... But here is the problem. There is no money at the restaurant. So, maybe you should just talk to her at school? The time is now half past six, the teacher at school until seven, I’ll be in time, absolutely. There is no strength to wait until tomorrow, so you have to take risks now.

Throwing on a sweatshirt, I set off along the route verified for many years back to school. Tyutin and Yulia Borisovna were still spinning in my head, and for some reason I remembered Yana. Where is she now? We ought to ask Sinitsyn, just today at ten we have a meeting. I’ll definitely be back from school, although, who knows, maybe I’ll take someone by surprise again ...

I was already leaving the smallest park behind the school, where we had once first engaged with Yana, when I suddenly heard strange moans from somewhere behind. Looked around - no one. Returning a couple of steps back, my eyes barely slid over the lilac bush, which waved, frankly, not in the wind. I slowly walked closer and saw a pair. A naked man yulozil over a slender girl, whose jeans slipped to the knees, and the similarity of T-shirts and jackets were shaking somewhere at the level of the neck. “Here is an infection, I thought, someone decided to have fun on a warm May evening. Very piquant way, given that the darkness is still far away. Apparently, they got drunk on beer. ”

At the very exit of the park, I saw a couple of broken bottles.

Alas, such were the realities of the sleeping district of the county town N.

The school had already appeared behind the poplars, when suddenly some high school girl flew into me.

“What a handsome man,” the blonde said, “do not treat a girl?”

“I don’t drink,” I replied gloomily.

- So let's get started.

Yeah, obviously some kind of skin. Tight leggings, pink T-shirt Adidas, a kilogram of gum in the mouth - a typical representative of the gopo sapiens, that is, gopnik-reasonable. Seriously, such people should have stayed in 2007, what kind of news? ...

- Sorry, I'm busy.

- Balls in his pockets ride, or what?

It's true. My hands were in the pockets of jeans, but I did not respond to such insolence, for my thoughts were not so fascinated by it now.

- So will you come with me or not? - with the intonation of the monkey asked the blonde, pouting her badly painted lips.

- Do you even have 18?

- I went nah * th, the essence is not in age, but in miro ... in mirooo, otschu ... attitude, shit * b!

What 2007 won from our time, so it is that then not all such skins had access to Vkontakte.

I waved my hand to her, quickening my step:

- Goodbye.

- I do not say goodbye to you, you, fucking fucking. You still know who rejected! ...

Yes, I, in general, did not want to know.

Having passed all the obstacles in my path, I finally reached the school. This time he did without greeting with Uncle Vasya, and soon walked over to the staff room. Fortunately for me, Yulia Borisovna just came out of her, slightly rumpled, but as if refreshed. It turned out that she was lower by almost half a head.

- Fedya, - she exclaimed - you must have come! How long have I not seen you.

We hugged. From realizing that this body, which had nestled close to me for a few moments, was pawing some kind of bastard, teeth twitching and it became somehow creepy in my soul: as if cats were scratching on glass. I tried to catch every moment, a nanosecond of her touch, and at the same time I tried to break out of embraces as quickly as possible. It felt like a twing. However, the touch of the floor of her skirt on my pants was incredibly pleasant to me.

“I would like to talk to you,” I said, pulling back.

“Yes, of course,” she smiled at me.

What a pleasant, radiant smile. How did I not notice this before? Became more mature, just. That’s all. Apparently, romantic girls like Yana or my Petersburg passions are not to my liking.

An interesting trend in connection with the latest events.

Julia Borisovna quickly found the keys to the office next door to the staff room, we went in there and sat down.She, as befits, the teacher's desk, and I - for the first ...