Search the desk

You quickly begin searching through the desks, noticing piles of stationary neatly organized in rows, alongside notepads scrabbled with notes, although looking through them just show you haphazardly scribbled notes about what teachers are missing and what needs to be done around the school. You move through the drawers, finding the same old things in every single drawer, until...

"Huh, what's this?" you ask.

You find a pink bunny-ears vibrator, the head of it covered in pussy juices that have encrusted as they've leaked down the handle.

"Someone's having a lot of fun with this," you chuckle.

You bring the vibrator to your nose, taking a long sniff as you breathe in the smell of her sex. It's strong, admittedly. Your tongue dips out, giving you a taste of her crusty juices as you stiffen in your pants, both at the smell as well as the feeling of naughtiness that comes from tasting your Principal's sex and seeing her dirty little instruments of pleasure. You slide the dildo back into the drawer, moving on.

Searching the last drawer, you find an old newspaper clipping. The article of note, circle in red, seems to be announcing a baby girl's birth. From the name and time, you assume it's the Principal's. Looking to the top, you find the date, the 20th of November, '67.

"Try 201167," you suggest.

You watch Ben as he swivels the safe door, once again to no avail.

"Fuck me, I thought I had it!"

"Keep looking, brother," Ben says.