There’s very little that is more scary than spending a day as an elementary school gym teacher. The first class you had was a group of first graders who were supposed to play sharks and minnows, but you realized right away that the game was heavily misinterpreted by the girl who volunteered to be the shark. Rather than tagging as many people as she could, she charged at one boy, tackled him and wolfed him down head first as he screamed in terror. It made you feel a little sick to watch and many of the boys became noticeably pale and backed up against the wall of the gym not really wanting to play anymore. You told the girl with the now bulging and kicking stomach to go sit in the nurse’s office for the rest of the period. When you asked for volunteers for a new shark, every girl in the class shot their hands up. That’s when you decided it was probably a better day for freeze tag.
There was another incident too; a contested dodgeball fight that ended with four male casualties before you got the girls to come to their senses.. Since then the day has been somewhat normal, and at least there hasn’t been any girls going after you yet. While you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little aroused by the swallowings you saw earlier, you don’t think you want to end up being a meal yourself today.
You’re in your last class before lunch time, a third grade class playing pickup games of basketball when…