<human>: Mine:
I walked in on the HS librarian-monitor/girl's-basketball-coach with one of the basketball girls in his lap.  His hands were on her sides, fondling Ye Olde Sidebewbes, and one of her hands were between his legs.  They were eyefucking and smiling and giggling and shit.

She was maybe 15 to 19 years old.  I was a freshman, so I couldn't tell the difference between all the scary tall people.

They got this "Oh Shit!" look on their faces when I strolled in.  They straightened their shit up and looked at me, but I just ignored them as I did all the other tall people who tortured me.

I'm pretty sure that that guy was responsible for many of the atheletes leaving me alone.

Give me a shortened version of the text
<bot>: I walked in on evidence that the girl's basketball coach was an ephebophile and ignored it, to my benefit.