Without hesitation, Oscar took off like a shot, making a beeline for the girls’ entrance. Jason and the rest of the boys gaped in horror, never believing he would go through with it. Not breaking stride, Oscar flew through the opening, and disappeared from sight.

Everyone was stunned into silence, not believing what they had just seen. They all waited breathlessly for the screams to begin, but none came. Endless seconds later, Oscar reappeared, zipping out of the doorway as fast as he had entered, but now holding fistfuls of white objects in each hand. When he reached the center of the gym, he gave a loud whoop, and threw the contents of his hands skyward. In unison, every boy’s head followed the path of the objects upward, paused for a second, and then back down until they landed on the gym floor. It was only then they finally recognized what they were; a mixture of tampons and sanitary pads that Oscar had ripped from the dispensers inside, as if he had needed proof he had entered that elite sanctum.

The boys crowded around the smaller kid, patting him on the back and congratulating him. Even the boys who were teasing him were impressed. When someone asked him what he had seen in there, his only reply was a solemn, “I think I saw bush.”

Oscar moved away the next year, but his legend continued on without him. Some who told the story tried to embellish it by adding that Oscar claimed he had stopped to lick a girl’s pussy on the way out, but Jason had been there and knew the truth.

Jason looked around the now deserted room for a place he could watch from. With fifteen or so girls on their way, the chances of one of them accidentally bumping into him were much greater. His eyes landed upon a line of glass block windows lining the far wall, which allowed light into the room, but because of their thickness and distortion, prevented anyone from seeing inside. Each window section had a fairly deep sill ledge, and was about five feet off the floor. If he could hoist himself upon the farthest sill to the left, he could sit there and have a great view of both the dressing area and the showers.

His first few attempts to get up there were futile, with the ledge being a bit too high and shallow for him to get any leverage. He noticed a large mop bucket sitting along the wall near the shower. Flipping it over, he placed it on the floor beneath the window. Standing on the bucket made the small jump upward easy, and soon he was sitting on his perch, waiting for the team to arrive.