When I was 14, a couple of us boys found that by climbing up on the school’s dumpster, we could see into the girls’ locker room through a transom over the back door. We had made this a regular spot to visit and watch the high school girls showering after physical education class.
One day, while I was on the viewing perch, someone spotted a teacher and took off running but forgot to tell me. Just then, I heard the voice of Miss M, the girls’ PE teacher, asking what I was doing and telling me to climb down. I tried to lie, but she knew better. I was told to come to her office after school.