You will find out by reading.

Sometimes it happens that the film one develops in his mind takes precedence over reality. That's what happens to K-T's thoughts, which, stimulated by the principal's words, move along dangerous tracks, and he imagines the janitor who, without any ceremony, grabs him by the arm and drags him away.

Naked, he locks him in the trunk of a car and then, getting into the auto, the janitor drives towards the destination where he is most likely intending to eliminate him. Is this what the principal asked for? In the trunk, he thinks he might have his hands tied. If the wrists were bound by a rope behind the back, the journey would be one of terror, and once they arrived at their destination, he would ask the janitor, before finishing him off, if he could grant him the condemned man's last wish to masturbate.

It would be a bit surreal with the janitor watching him as he puts his hand on his penis and gives himself the slowest handjob possible to enjoy that last time and postpone the end. In this scenario, he would come with an arc spray like a geyser, and the moment after, when his penis relaxed, you would see the janitor shooting him in the forehead.

In scenario two, as if he were the protagonist of one of those online sites where you can write stories with alternatives, the janitor doesn't tie him up and therefore can masturbate in the darkness of the trunk and maybe think, despite the nudity, of having the upper hand over those who are supposed to get rid of him.

Every fork in the road of his galloping imagination comes to a halt in front of the janitor who swings the bathroom door wide open and says.

-I see that you have finished. Come outside, we need to talk.

K-T heads towards the spot where he left the t-shirt, followed by the words of the janitor.

-The principal tried again with your mother, but she doesn't want to hear any reason. You behaved too badly and brought shame upon your family.

K-T smiles thinking that it is his mother and sister who are to blame for what happened to him and that they didn't care about the shame when they humiliated him or rationed his clothes. Until that moment, too much responsibility had been placed on the course of events, attributing the incidents to the clothing at him. Perhaps things were different.

-Anyway, the principal can't even keep you down here since at some point we have to leave, and then she asked me to take care of you.

-Do you want to take me somewhere and take me out? Will i have to dig my own grave? Can I have one last wish? Maybe to masturbate one last time?- says K-T as if it were in some crime series.

-No. But how did you come up with something like that, especially the part about masturbation? You think of nothing else. Anyway, no Godfather-style execution. I intend to take you to my house. You will spend the night there. I will find you some decent clothes, and tomorrow at school the principal will decide whether you can continue the school year or not. Your mother is doing just fine. Today, she no longer wants to see your ass and your constantly erect big penis... words from your mother relayed to me by the principal. It's clear where you got it from. Your family dinners must be fun.

While he spoke, K-T, reassured and also happy with that solution, took off the towel and put on the shirt, covering himself as much as possible.

The janitor no longer pays attention to the boy's nudity, and the same goes for K-T, who first lifts his t-shirt up to his belly button, as if the janitor hadn't seen enough of his genitals, and then sits on the edge of a cardboard box. The janitor mumbles and then says.

-I'm going upstairs to get something to eat in the cafeteria. You will resume work until we go home.

K-T nods but immediately thinks about what he could do to pass the time.