“Dave, wait out here for a minute,” he said as he motioned to a bench.
“Sure thing,” the Husky voice rang out again. “Ted, can I talk to you for a minute,” he asked using Mr.Baily’s first name. When Dave got to the office with Mr.Baily, a younger teacher (Dave wasn’t sure who he was exactly, but thought he was the football coach), ran up to Mr.Baily. Without a word, a boy of about 18 headed back towards the pool and started collecting all the equipment from their game of pool volley ball. “John, would you mind putting away the equipment?” he directed to another student. “Can I see you in my office for a minute?” Dave growned, but turned around and headed back towards Mr.Baily’s office. “Dave!” the husky voice boomed out again. He lifted himself out of the water, and headed for the changing room, picking up his towel on the way off of a metal banister. A boy of about 18 swam to the edge of the pool following the rest of his class. “Alright, go shower and change,” a deep husky voice boomed out.
