Terrified of being found out, Jim thought hard on the situation, but wasn't having any luck coming up with a plan to get past the two curious punks who were standing outside the bathroom stall. Finally, in a moment of genius, Jim started making fart noises with his arm pit in an attempt to simulate the big crap that he was supposed to be taking. In a further effort of authenticity, Jim began to yell.
"OOOOHHHH! Yeah!!!!!! That Feels So Good!! Come on sphincter, do your magic! Plop! Plop! Poopy Doopy Doo! Hey guys, do you know where the Lone Ranger takes his trash? To the dump! To the dump! To the dump! dump! dump!"
Outside the stall, the two boys both looked at each other and shook their heads, as Jim continued on and on and on and on...
"You're messsed up compadre," one of the boys said.
"Yeah, he's a fuckin' spaz. How could we think he had some pussy in there with him? Let's jet man," grunted the other one.
With that, the two punks exited the bathroom leaving Jim alone once more.
"Phew," that was a close one Jim thought. "I better get out of here while I still can."
Jim stood up and pulled his underwear and pants back up. He walked out of the stall, and made his way over to the sink and started washing his hands. He looked down at his crotch, and while still being curious as to what happened, he couldn't wait to get some private time to really explore things better.
Just then, the early warning bell started going off, reminding Jim that he had to hurry up and get to his next class. He quickly exited the restroom, all the while noticing the strange empty feeling in his crotch, and was suddenly floored by the realization of what his next class was. How was he going to pull this one off without being caught?
That's right, Jim's next class was:
Gym!
