It was then that I discovered the reason for our imprisonment: "So, which one of you is gonna suck my dick? Nobody leaves until one of you sucks my dick." His fly was open. I had this vision of him learning one day about fellatio and saying to himself, "I gotta see what this is like."

We were all just standing around nervously, wondering what to do, wondering why nobody had noticed all the kids disappearing into the bathroom.

"C'mon, who's gonna suck my dick?" More nervous shuffling. I had that leaden-core feeling you get when you see badness ahead, coupled with a slight, lip-curling nausea over the whole concept of our situation.

Finally, a teacher stuck his head into the bathroom and said, "What's going on in here?" All ten white kids bolted for the door at the same time, but I distinctly remember the expression on the teacher's face as he saw the scene inside. It was authoratative, but turned quickly to poorly masked disbelief and disgust as he grasped the bizarre sexual nature of the bullying.