Unfortunately, I didn’t get a drop out before hearing my name.
“Mr. Doe!”
I turned around. The girls’ gym teacher, Ms. Tittle now stood in the open doorway, looking downright furious. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m, I’m sorry Ms. Tittle, I had to pee!”
“So what are you doing in here then? We both know what Mrs. Olivia’s orders are, aren’t you even remotely interested in your health?”
I couldn’t hold it any longer, and a small amount of pee managed to escape, splattering onto the gym teacher’s tennis shoes, before in a single athletic motion, this woman of perhaps thirty came over and grasped my penis tightly.
“Oh no, you’re not getting away with it that easily!” she said, leading me by my manhood back on to the track just in time to see Kathy and the cross country team run by, smiling at me.
