In the darkness of the locker, you hear voices.
"Hey, Erik, looking good. So you ready to do more than shadow a star player?" asked one voice.
"Damn, Turk, you know it. I'm tired of picking pubic hairs out of my teeth, it's some other guy's turn to
pick mine out of his teeth," Erik said as he opened locker 32A and started to strip.
"So who'd coach give ya?"
"I dunno. Guess, I'll find out now," Erik said opening locker 32 B.
He looks right at you, and asks, "How's it hanging, dude?"
Then he reaches out and grabs you, and puts you on.
"Welcome to the water polo team," he says as he ties your string tight. Then he pats his crotch and you, and
says, "We'll get really well acquainted in the next few weeks." Then, he headed straight for the pool and
jumped in. Water Polo practice had begun.
The water is all around you, you try to hold your breath. You realize you're not breathing air exactly.
Somehow you're Erik's second skin and you're sharing his air. You support his manhood, and he supports your
existence. Weird. You realize that you are learning all his moves. Guess this is what it means to be a
trainee.