Johnny… JOHNNY!” The young boy turned around finally, mid kick-swing, at his smiling teacher. Ms. Porn “Johnny. Anything.” It was a look of defeat. The blood came rushing out of the abnormally large schnoz. Hempanov over the desk, Heinrich undid his khakis and boxer briefs. Eva Hempenov, the hottest, blondest, bustiest teacher at Nikita Khrushchev High School was fornicating the awkward, short, skinny and not to mention now-shriveled Johnny Chinskinski. Getting expelled would be the end of me- what would Mama do? BAM! Hempenov knew she should explain the situation and make up some lousy excuse but the words just couldn’t come out and considering the position she was in (no pun intended) she really was, for one of the few times in her life, at a loss for words. She was up shit crick without a paddle, and knew the boner could be leverage against years behind bars, on top of a potential military tribunal court, in the event that Heinrich should decide to create any false allegations.
