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Despite having been pulled out from that one P.E. class to give Irwin some time with them, Felix clearly still thinks the Oxbridge crew needs a bit of galvanizing, because three times a week they're still shuffled into the changing rooms and then to the gym for an hour and a half of pointless running and climbing and jumping and kicking and throwing...
Or maybe that's just Posner's opinion.
At any rate, he prefers it on days when P.E. comes last. It means he can take his time after. He can dither and loiter until most of the other boys have gone, and he won't be distracted in the shower, trying not to look, despite the fact he has most of their bodies memorized already.
Today, though, as he heads for what should be the changing rooms after having let Mr. Wilkes talk to him about why he should look to St. Paul as an example of a fine athlete, he pushes the door open and steps into the bar.
"Bollocks."
Looking over his shoulder, he sees the door he came through swing shut and disappear.
"Fuck..."
He tugs a bit at the (really rather short) white shorts he's wearing uncomfortably and makes his way to the bar.
Or maybe that's just Posner's opinion.
At any rate, he prefers it on days when P.E. comes last. It means he can take his time after. He can dither and loiter until most of the other boys have gone, and he won't be distracted in the shower, trying not to look, despite the fact he has most of their bodies memorized already.
Today, though, as he heads for what should be the changing rooms after having let Mr. Wilkes talk to him about why he should look to St. Paul as an example of a fine athlete, he pushes the door open and steps into the bar.
"Bollocks."
Looking over his shoulder, he sees the door he came through swing shut and disappear.
"Fuck..."
He tugs a bit at the (really rather short) white shorts he's wearing uncomfortably and makes his way to the bar.