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Patrolling the school

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The school building was quite old, it was part of the local abbey before the construction of the new church, and that showed in it’s robust and austere decor, conveying it’s monastic cells origin.

There had been several renovations, both before you attended, and since you were gone; so the early elementary grades had much nicer classrooms, and fewer nightmares about ghosts in the halls. Still, most of the construction showed its age, specially the parts that were not really used.

The back side of the main building had been used as storage since before you were even born, and students have always found ways to enter the locked rooms to pass the time, hide from class, share porn magazines, devote to heavy petting or more; or, as your nose told you as you got closer to a room, smoke in hiding.

The door to the room was slightly ajar, you weren’t sure if they had forced the lock (not really hard with those old locks), or if one of them had managed to snatch a copy of the key (also not really hard, since teachers were always giving them to students to go get thing from storage).

As you got closer you noticed that it wasn’t only tobacco they were smoking, and you could hear muted voices and laughs from inside, both male and female; they were clearly having a good time in there.

You remembered you own times on this rooms, they were an escape from the oppression of the school and town. It was there that you saw your first pair of naked boobs, and also the first time you flashed your manhood to a couple of girls, one of them your own sister.

Back then getting weed was much harder, and the teachers and deacon were always saying how it rotted your brain and soul, filling it with the designs of the devil. You never got a chance to try it, not even after moving away, and it gave you a weird sense of pride knowing this generation was taking down another wall.

Such fond memories made it hard to just burst in and ruin the party they were having, you could always:

• Walk away and pretend you didn’t see anything.

On the other hand, you could try to join them. Not the most teacherly thing to do, but you weren’t really here to teach, you were just taking advantage of the circumstances:

• Announce your presence and enter, assuring them you just want a smoke.

But what better way to take advantage of the circumstances than to actually bust them. Not only can you confiscate the pot, you will also be able to get your way with whatever girls are in there (in the name of discipline, of course):

• Burst in and take control of the situation.
• Calmly walk in, filming everything with your phone.