<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=116962.msg5124543#msg5124543">Quote from: Cold Heritage on 27-08-2011, 21:15:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Gym went well. It always did for Oleg. He was physically gifted and athleticism was natural to him. The exercizes they did and games they played were terribly easy to him, although he was always careful to hold back his true potential. But even then, some glimmer of his talent always shone through. It was sometimes obvious when passes fell short or where off the mark, or that he was going down perhaps too easily when he went to one knee. However, it was not uncharacteristic; Oleg was known for holding back so as not to shame others. Whether one regarded it as kindness, condescension, or a waste was a personal matter. <br/><br/>Afterwards, he stripped and showered, although he was not sweaty and did not need to cleanse his body of signs of exertion. But he did it anyway, to keep up appearances. The warm water gave his skin a mild pink flush that would rapidly abate. He dried himself off, unselfconscious of nudity or exposure of it, and changed. When the scream is heard, Oleg had on only boxer shorts and his jeans - he was sitting on the bench and in the middle of pulling on a sock. His upper body was bare: his muscular torso uncovered for all to see, all the definition of his large muscles on display as a testament to the power of his flesh. <br/><br/>The big young man stood up, and moved quickly out into the hallway. He saw the girls in various states of undress, but it did not really register to him that he was in the presence of a feast for the eyes. All the exposed skin and womanly curves on display were only registered in an unthinking, logical sort of way that did not touch Oleg. That people were afraid, and maybe in danger, was all that affected the young man. <br/><br/>Trying to assess the situation, Oleg moved over to the coach as the teacher was on the phone.<br/><br/>"What is going on, coach?" Oleg asked in his deep, rolling voice. He glanced, briefly, beyond the coach to see if he could spy what the problem was, before turning his head back to look at the coach.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The coach shook his head and sighed, "Sorry I cannot tell you, please wait for the police to arrive". He closed the door behind him so nobody could see past the door. The teacher finished with the phone and soon after the principal arrived and walked inside coming back after a couple of seconds with a pale look on his face. After composing himself he listened to the teachers and sighed, "Girls, call your parents and go home, change and come back to school. Guys please go back to change and continue your classes".