Rod drove his cycle down the rough streets. Chad hated it, but he was enjoying himself way too much. At last the ride ended, and Chad felt disappointed that Rod hadn't blown his load, and now the vibration had stopped.
He felt the cool air blow between Rod's thighs. Then he heard the tinkle of bells.
"Hey, loverboy, whatcha doing here? I'm working," said a man with a Haitian accent.
Rod answered, "Actually, juju business, I think I've got a possessed jockstrap." He reached in his waistband and snapped it. Chad mentally said "ouch."
"Hm? Possessed jockstrap? Sure it not jock itch?"
"Nah, this one talks at least in my head, and says it's my missing teammate."
"Fuck, you say. So you want me to free his soul?"
"Maybe? Maybe not? Want to find out what I'm dealing with first. Figured, you're the man for answers."
"Voodoo Witchdoctor, ooh, ee, wanna wanna bang bang?"
"Something like that? Ha!"
Wait, maybe not? What gives? Rod you cannot keep me as your jockstrap forever! pleaded Chad.
"Well, strip," the man said.
"Here?"
"Well, how else do you expect me to examine the jockstrap. Besides, I seen you naked before."
"And so have I. Seen most of Sebastian's boyfriends naked. You boys are so indiscreet," said an older Haitian woman entering.
"Mama, I-"
"I know everything, now get out of that jockstrap, and let me discover what sort of magic is at work," she ordered.
"Yes, mama," Rod answered. She wasn't his mama, but everyone called her mama, sometimes, Rod wondered if Sebastian was really her biological son, or if it was just that she called everyone son. He obeyed, and stood there in the Botanica shop with nothing on below the waist. He handed her the jockstrap formerly known as Chad.
"She felt it, studied it, and then said, "You can put your jeans back on, Rod. I need to go in the back to consult the spirits on this one." She held up the jockstrap and shook her head. Then disappeared through the beaded doorway. Rod and Sebastian followed after Rod put his jeans back on.