After university, you got a job as a school teacher. There were some difficulties and nuances in this profession, but in general, everything suited you. Almost everything. The headmaster was a former captain, he liked excessive control, discipline and order. In addition, all the time went sullen and smiled almost once a year, in the company of the teacher of physical education, a man like himself.

You always left Price's office in a bad mood - he often reprimanded you for the fact that your class was too noisy, sitting on their phones during lessons and being late for class. He had a particularly contemptuous attitude toward you as a young professional, and John didn't believe that you were capable of performing your duties at the proper level. In short, you were enemies.

The celebration of the teacher's day, to your surprise, went splendidly. In the evening, you all the teachers went to a restaurant where you completely relaxed. Inside you were waiting for a toastmaster, who held various contests, a buffet and a sea of alcohol. At first you were confused, not expecting such an event from your principal, but then, seeing how he himself behaves much more relaxed, you put all doubts out of your head.

The alcohol you drank successfully helped you forget the events of the evening and night. All you could see now, late in the morning, was a comfortable bed, a beautifully furnished room, and someone's grumbling. A completely naked John was sitting on the bed, covering his groin with a blanket. He was mumbling something to himself, trying to finally wake up. You cried out in surprise, pulling the blanket over your naked body.

"Jesus... What are you doing here?", - Price grumbled sleepily, turning toward you.