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Quite a boarding school! 4. Caught red-handed! The next evening, the young farmer’s son who went to swimming competitions came back to Saint Thomas More. As the three came to their room where they would spend the evening and the night, Ben seemed cheerful enough. He was proud to show them the gold medal he had won in the contest. A sponsor awarded the winners some equipment. Ben had got five pairs of swimming goggles and a set of swimwear: ten swimming trunks, in the maker’s brand new Glidor fibre, which was designed to let the water flow as much as possible on the material to improve performances. There were various designs on half of them. It had the other advantage to make it extra soft and as shiny as it could get. “Hey! Why don't you try them on?” Ben was most willing to abide. He went to change behind the screen in front of the sink, put there to ensure some kind of privacy to he who was standing there. Lewis loved the mirrors, though. He came back and this material was incredible! It got him to look just like a swimming champion… And the black pair he had picked contrasted very nicely with his great complexion. Both viewers admired the shapes of their roommate. He turned around a few times, and finding it funny, began to swirl faster and faster. He stopped, and lost his balance slightly, he went back up to his feet then fell on his bed, knocking his bag off the bedspread. The contents of the bag spilled out on the floor. Even though in a daze, Ben cried: “No!” “What's the matter?” Lewis asked. He jumped on what was so valuable to the dizzy boy. On the carpet lied two other medals and two other sets of swimming trunks made out of this glossy Glidor fibre. Lewis was quick to realize. “Man! You thief! The other team's awards!” “Come on, Lewis, this was just a joke!” “Like stealing is fun... You cheated, you'll have to pay!” “What do you mean? You’re going to turn me in?” “Not really. But what would you do to a guy if he stole your medals and your prizes? You wouldn't want to get even?” “Well, I don’t know… I guess i's never happened to me before. You're not gonna tell on me, are you?” Ben asked in a worried tone. Fred was overlooking the scene, noticing Lewis' smirk. The older boy had his sharp teeth showing, proving he had something at the back of his head. Something that could range from the mischievous and cute to the right down nasty… “O.K., O.K.! If I got caught, maybe I'd deserve a good spanking, and maybe I'd no longer be allowed to compete in this league’s championship.” “I don't know about the swimming league, but we can take care of this first thing you're talking about, my boy.”
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