with him.
Wrestling. The thought flew into my mind. David had already told me that he couldn’t wait for the wrestling season to begin. Maybe I could ask him to show me some moves? He could take on the role of the teacher and I could use it as an excuse to feel him up and flirt with him. It was perfect.
And then the idea flew out of my mind as quickly as it had entered. Wrestling was physical and that’s the last thing that David needed right now. Every time he moved he would feel pain. Once again, I was out of ideas.
As I walked out of the locker room I passed a row of lockers with baseball bats and other baseball equipment. I stopped in surprise. The baseball season wasn’t until spring. What was this stuff doing here now? The baseball guys must practice in the off-season and get lockers from the school to store their stuff. As I looked down the row of lockers I saw one labeled “S. Queen.”
I felt my anger rise as I looked at Sam’s name. I fought the petty urge to get a bucket and dump water on his clothes. Then as I stood there, glaring at his locker, an idea occurred to me. Sam had hurt David, the least he could do was lend David something to make help him get better. I searched the locker room and grabbed a chair with metal legs. I threaded one of the legs through the lock on Sam’s locker and wrenched down until the lock broke open. Then I searched through his bag until I found the particular item I was looking for. It picked it up with my fingers, trying to touch as little of it as possible, and dropped it on top of David’s bag. Then I had another thought. I extracted David’s running shirt from his bag, ran back to his locker, and locked it inside.
I had one more stop to make before I could set my plan in motion. I stopped in the girls’ locker room and went to my locker. I picked out the tightest fitting soccer shirt and shorts that I had and changed into them. Then I looked in the mirror and fixed up my hair as best I could.
David looked at me in confusion when I got back into the therapy room. “Why are you wearing your soccer stuff?” he asked.
“I had an idea,” I said. “Right now the principal and our teachers are going to be busy sorting out who is responsible for the fight. I don’t think it hurts to lie low for a while until things blow over. Besides, are you in any hurry to get back to classes? No one is going to get any work done while everyone talks about the fight and the teachers give lectures.”
“So?” David said uncertainly. “What did you have in mind?”
“I want you to teach me how to wrestle,” I said.
David laughed heartily and then grimaced. “I told you not to make me laugh,” he said.
“I’m serious,” I said. “At the running meet you told me you couldn’t wait for wrestling season. Well? What better time than the present? You can teach me a few moves. Unless you’re afraid of getting beat by a soccer chick, that is. We can be pretty tough, you know. I’m willing to bet I can take a pretty boy wrestler down.”
David’s expression was pained. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” he said. “I don’t think I can do anything too active right now.”
“I’ve already thought of that,” I said. “And I found this. Just put it on and you’ll be fine.”
I held up his bag and showed him what was on top of it. He choked and began to cough. “That’s a jockstrap,” he said between coughs.
“I know,” I said. “I borrowed it from Sam’s locker. I don’t think he’ll mind, considering. Oh don’t give me that look. We’re not five years old. I know what a jock strap is and why boys need it. Now stop wasting time and get suited up or I’ll think you really are scared of me.”
“Putting on another dude’s cup is disgusting,” David said.
“Just slip it on over your spandex shorts,” I said. “It never has to touch your skin.”
David looked at me incredulously but it seemed like he had run out of excuses. I averted my
Wrestling. The thought flew into my mind. David had already told me that he couldn’t wait for the wrestling season to begin. Maybe I could ask him to show me some moves? He could take on the role of the teacher and I could use it as an excuse to feel him up and flirt with him. It was perfect.
And then the idea flew out of my mind as quickly as it had entered. Wrestling was physical and that’s the last thing that David needed right now. Every time he moved he would feel pain. Once again, I was out of ideas.
As I walked out of the locker room I passed a row of lockers with baseball bats and other baseball equipment. I stopped in surprise. The baseball season wasn’t until spring. What was this stuff doing here now? The baseball guys must practice in the off-season and get lockers from the school to store their stuff. As I looked down the row of lockers I saw one labeled “S. Queen.”
I felt my anger rise as I looked at Sam’s name. I fought the petty urge to get a bucket and dump water on his clothes. Then as I stood there, glaring at his locker, an idea occurred to me. Sam had hurt David, the least he could do was lend David something to make help him get better. I searched the locker room and grabbed a chair with metal legs. I threaded one of the legs through the lock on Sam’s locker and wrenched down until the lock broke open. Then I searched through his bag until I found the particular item I was looking for. It picked it up with my fingers, trying to touch as little of it as possible, and dropped it on top of David’s bag. Then I had another thought. I extracted David’s running shirt from his bag, ran back to his locker, and locked it inside.
I had one more stop to make before I could set my plan in motion. I stopped in the girls’ locker room and went to my locker. I picked out the tightest fitting soccer shirt and shorts that I had and changed into them. Then I looked in the mirror and fixed up my hair as best I could.
David looked at me in confusion when I got back into the therapy room. “Why are you wearing your soccer stuff?” he asked.
“I had an idea,” I said. “Right now the principal and our teachers are going to be busy sorting out who is responsible for the fight. I don’t think it hurts to lie low for a while until things blow over. Besides, are you in any hurry to get back to classes? No one is going to get any work done while everyone talks about the fight and the teachers give lectures.”
“So?” David said uncertainly. “What did you have in mind?”
“I want you to teach me how to wrestle,” I said.
David laughed heartily and then grimaced. “I told you not to make me laugh,” he said.
“I’m serious,” I said. “At the running meet you told me you couldn’t wait for wrestling season. Well? What better time than the present? You can teach me a few moves. Unless you’re afraid of getting beat by a soccer chick, that is. We can be pretty tough, you know. I’m willing to bet I can take a pretty boy wrestler down.”
David’s expression was pained. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” he said. “I don’t think I can do anything too active right now.”
“I’ve already thought of that,” I said. “And I found this. Just put it on and you’ll be fine.”
I held up his bag and showed him what was on top of it. He choked and began to cough. “That’s a jockstrap,” he said between coughs.
“I know,” I said. “I borrowed it from Sam’s locker. I don’t think he’ll mind, considering. Oh don’t give me that look. We’re not five years old. I know what a jock strap is and why boys need it. Now stop wasting time and get suited up or I’ll think you really are scared of me.”
“Putting on another dude’s cup is disgusting,” David said.
“Just slip it on over your spandex shorts,” I said. “It never has to touch your skin.”
David looked at me incredulously but it seemed like he had run out of excuses. I averted my
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