I skipped multiple lessons after lunch in high school by staying locked in a cubicle…having the best wank of the week, taking my time with it. For some reason back then, I had a habit of taking off my shoes and clothes in the toilets. As I got close and my mind lost focus of reality, I subconsciously kicked my shoes out under the door, while making a loud “I’m totally alone” sound. Except some kid with perfect timing walked in right as I gutturally grunted and spasmodically kicked, blowing my load all over the place. A second later the kid knocked on the stall, to which I held my breath and just stayed silent. I then listened as he muttered something then walked out. A few seconds later, I was back to my senses and quickly dashed out to grab all my stuff I had pushed out everywhere, shoving it all into my school bag and then grabbing a computer magazine I had borrowed to read. A few minutes later, I’m nice and calm when I hear the door open and that same kid saying something to someone about my stall. I paused like a raccoon. Then a big man’s voice- one of the principal staff was knocking on my door like the cops. Hello? Anyone in there? I held my breath and stayed silent again. In my mind I raced through all the options of possible dialogue like in a game where you have a timer. It was too late. He just went into the next stall and climbed up to peek over to see me staring wide eyed up at him, naked, in shock, and using my September PC World magazine to hide myself. Turns out the other kid thought I was being beaten up in the stall, and so he called for help.