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Jordan's balls beat a swift retreat inside his pelvic cavity when the water turned icy.

"Fuck. Not fair Hargor." The water gradually returned to a habitable temperature and Jordan nodded grumpily, actually contemplating rolling around in filth on purpose next time.

"I'll push the boy as far as I see fit, and if that leads to bodily harm for anybody, I'll make sure it's me. The nurse and I are on quite good terms, and if I make a speedy recovery, she might even take a house call, you know what I mean Kano?" Jordan said, winking quite persistently in Kano's direction.

"Hey, I can name at least six people who most certainly want to see th-" Jordan heard the student's voice, causing his own voice to croak to a halt. He shook his head once more in Kano's general direction, and reached for his boxers. The boxers in question were lying on a fold-up chair two metres away. Luckily, or unluckily as one might conclude, Jordan had grains of sand in many unfortunate places. A light tug on several grains located in the boxers sent the shorts flying into his outstretched hand. 

"Hope your happy, Headmaster. Don't the students have to take anatomy classes at some point?" As a point of pride, Jordan took control of every grain present in his boxers, which was more than one generally would like, and blasted all of them out onto the outside of the springs. Donning his boxers, Jordan lay back once more and breathed out, muscles creaking and sore from any number of things. Yesterday had been eventful. And Jordan still had a fencing match to prepare for...