As it turned out, a couple of the guys that had been picking on Mark that day in the locker room were good friends of mine, but when they found out I was hanging out with Mark, they started picking on me for a few weeks. However, soon they lost interest in both of us. All except for Steven, he seemed to delight in calling the two of us names whenever he saw us for about a month after I rescued Mark.
One day, I happened to come into the restroom in between classes and surprise; there was Steven, all by himself, standing in front of a urinal. And what was even better was, he didn’t see me come in. I snuck right up behind him, and with my whole body, I pushed him into the urinal and pulled the flush handle. Steven got completely soaked down his front. I didn’t bother to stick around either; I let go of Steven and ran for the door. I still needed to pee but I figured I could wait until after class. I never did hear how Steven got away with no one finding out about that or seeing him soaked, but he also never bothered Mark or me again.
