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A Student Assisted

Devin James walked down the B corridor of the first floor the same way he did every school day at 4:30. As a Student Assistant, or SA (the latest name for a security guard) he was in charge of the second shift starting at 2:00 and ending at 8:00 pm. He and three others covered the after-school activities and would stay on for concerts, games, meets, etc. Tonight would be quiet though, a Friday in between seasons and too close to the end of the year for major events. Those would start next week with Honor’s Day.

In his years here, the fifty-eight-year-old had grown fond of Honor’s Day. It was a chance to see a lot of seniors get their due and see some surprises. But tonight, dullsville. As he passed exit twelve he pulled the bars to make sure the door was locked and was surprised to find it slightly open. A pen had been placed, or perhaps fallen in between the metal loop latch and the door lock.

‘Not good,'he thought, 'glad I caught it.’

As he pulled the door hard to lock he had a sudden prickly feeling at the back of his neck. What if someone had snuck in and was up to something? He looked up and down the hallway and around the corner down C wing and saw nothing out of the ordinary, just Jerry running the floor Zamboni. Its hum and white noise was far off but was not loud enough to cover a strange sound. A human sound.

Devin cocked his head towards the boys’ bathroom and stood still. He was right, there was moaning coming from within. He quickly walked over and ...

... put one hand on the door and the other on his radio ready to call it in. But what “it”?

The next sound made his heart jump: it was a woman, a young woman, most certainly a student and she was saying repeatedly, “Oh god, oh god, oh god, fuuuuuck, oh god…!”

Someone was having sex in the bathroom. Devin shook his head and half smiled. This would be the fourth time in his career, second this year, that he had caught kids doin’ the deed on school property.

“Teens and hormones,” he said to himself and opened the door.

The young woman’s religious litany was soon joined by a male’s not-so-original, “Yeah, baby. Right there. Almost, baby! So fucking good.”

Devin walked to the last of four stalls and saw it was shaking slightly, the bodies inside bumping the metal walls.

“Harder, fuck me harder!” she called out.

Close enough now to hear the wet slosh of fucking Devin took a deep breath and cleared his throat. Everything ceased in unison.

The voices inside waited then the female whispered, “Oh my god, someone’s here!”

The male voice quickly shushed her and said something Devin couldn’t make out.

She continued, “But there’s someone – mmmmpphh!” The male had obviously put a hand over her mouth.

Devin chuckled softly. “Okay, I think we all know what’s happening here. So please get yourself decent and come out so we can discuss the next steps.”

There was some clothes rustling, frantic whispering, and zips zippering then after about ninety seconds Devin got ...