After the weekend and holiday, I returned to school. I saw the muddied bit of cloth in the bush where I had hidden the jockstrap. Coach announced that we would be swimming today instead of the usual field exercises. I discovered that the principal had already installed the transformed Carter had been installed in the Natatorium.
"Coach, I swear this cage is haunted! That towel moved all by itself," said the guy who worked in the cage handing out clean towels, clean swimsuits, and locks.
Horst? I wondered. Then shook my head, as I looked at the school issued swimsuit he had handed me. I wondered how many other guys had worn it before, and how thoroughly it had been washed. The medallion seemed to tug at my neck, I looked at it. Grandmama said the Vee shape was for Vincent, but I always thought it looked more like the Roman numeral five (V). Five? That seemed important right now, but I couldn't figure out why. I headed to the toilets, there was only one other guy in there. I could use a new swimsuit, I thought. Then that corny line from Spider-Man came to mind: "With great power comes great responsibility."