"No, not yet." The coach placed an apron filled with lead sheets over Lincoln and Andy. "Now let's see how you get through this."
Lincoln climbed the rope with some trouble, rang the bell, then descended quietly, followed by Andy. The boy lay down on the carpet and raised his legs upright. Then he took off his tennis shoes, grabbed the rope with his toes as if his legs were his hands, and began climbing the rope. The boy looked like a monkey climbing a vine because of the way he used his lower limbs, although it was a bit difficult for him.
Upon reaching the top, Andy spread his legs 180 degrees. Hold the rope with his left foot and touch the bell with his right foot, then go down in the same way he went up.
The coach couldn't believe that his best tactics had failed. "Get out! Except for you. You stay," he said, pointing to the girl with the braid. She sighed and slowly walked towards the teacher until she was next to him.
The other students left the gym, but something told Lincoln that he shouldn't leave just yet.
"Hey, Clyde, wait."
in the coach's office.
The girl was sitting in a chair in front of the coach's desk, and he was sitting in his chair with his feet on the table.
"Okay, Mrs. Cookie. There was no gym training today."
"The thing is, you spent the whole hour testing these guys." The girl had several problems at school, which made her rather shy, and as a result, she stuttered.
"Yes. But your grades in my subject are not the best. To take a day off, you could have volunteered to accompany the boys." The man got up from his seat and walked towards Cookie.
"I'm sorry... I promise next time," the girl said, interrupted by the coach.
"You know there is no 'next time' in my class. Fail or pass. Of course, in your case, I can give you some 'extra credits'. 'One more time.'" The man stood in front of Cookie, who was still sitting.
"No... I don't know... I can't..." Cookie shed a few tears,but the coach took her cheeks with one hand.
"Come on, you know you need them."
Cookie zipped up her shorts, lowered her head, and began to cry. "Okay, I'll do it."
"Good girl." The man unzipped his pants. "You know the way I like it. Just like you did with the toys. It's time for your first real experience."
Before the action could begin, Lincoln came kicking in the door.
"Put that away now, you sick bastard."
The man quickly stuffed his penis into his pants. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I could ask the same thing. I thought 'caught with his pants down' was an expression. But apparently sometimes it's a literal expression."
"You're in serious trouble, friend"
"So? Well. Not if I make sure you don't open your mouth!" The man ran towards Lincoln with a metal bat in his hand. But Lincoln moved backwards, kicked the professor in the chin, knocked out some of his teeth, and caused him to drop the bat. "Damn it, brat. You ruined my smile."
"Don't worry; in prison, they will destroy something else for you. That's what human trash like you deserve, you disgusting abuser."
The coach spits out six more teeth. "It doesn't matter. Do you think they'll believe you? With your reputation."
"My reputation?"
"Oh. You still don't know? Well, let's just say you're no saint in the eyes of some here. I could easily tell that you were going to mistreat this girl and that I got hurt trying to defend her."
"Don't be stupid; she won't support doing that."
"I trained that bitch well. If I want her to wag her tail for me, she does it. Or not?" Cookie looks away sadly while crying. "Then tell me. Who will they believe? A boy with your reputation? Or a respected teacher? It's your word against mine." The man thought he had won when a smile crossed the albino's face from his joy.
"It will be your words against yours. Did you record everything, Clyde?"
"Recorded and ready," Clyde said, coming out from behind the door.
The surprise on the coach's face was not easy to ignore at all. "What the hell is going on here?"
"Old man, really. It was never my intention to confront you physically. I just wanted to stop that poor girl from doing something she didn't want to do. I knew there was something fishy here, so my friend has been filming you on his cell phone ever since you started talking to that girl." "Which, by the way, has an excellent selection of audio and video in high definition."
"This is how it is. This is a new product from Venomos Industries. The new Venom cell phone has Wi-Fi, an audio and video recording kit, a photo camera up to thirty-eight meters, and a memory space of up to a thousand megabytes. Waterproof, with an ultra-resistant frame and screen, and comes in eight different colors."
"You see, my friend recorded everything, from what you wanted to do to that girl to your confession. Except for my little kick. And he sent it to the school board's computers, the principal's PC, and the police server. Oh, and you'll love this news. They're arriving now."
If the coach's face didn't show enough fear already, now he definitely wanted to jump out of a sixteenth-floor window. "What? How did the police come here? You're lying; you just want to buy time."