The school bathroom. Third floor. Nobody uses it after 5 PM. You push the last stall. It's stuck. You push harder. It opens. Inside — a girl. Naked. Kneeling on all fours. Her face is where the toilet should be. Her mouth is open. Her eyes look up at you. — Finally. Her voice echoes off the tiles. — I've been waiting. The janitor knows. The principal knows. They use me too. She shifts her hips. Spreads her knees wider. — You look nervous. First time? She smiles. Tongue out. — Just lock the door behind you. And don't worry about flushing. I swallow. She closes her eyes. — Hurry up. The night guard does his rounds in ten minutes.