Jimmy says, "Nope, I recall seeing it when he dropped it off. Maybe it got mistagged. Tell him, I'll find it and deliver it to him personally when I do."
Then, Jimmy cycled home. He stowed Chad in a cupboard in the garage for later.
Chad hung in the dark cupboard. He felt something crawling on the plastic bag, and was glad he was tightly bagged up.
After dinner, his mother asked, "Did you find Brent Matthews' garment, Jimmy Chan?"
"I'm going to look for it right now, ma," Jimmy said, "After I brush my teeth." He ran upstairs to the bathroom. He showered, brushed his teeth, and applied cologne all over Then he dressed in clean clothes.
As he disappeared out the door, he grabbed his jacket The dry cleaners was on the other street behind his house. He literally would walk across the alley from the garage to his family's dry cleaners.
Jimmy's father sniffed the air after his son walked by. He had been reading the news on his tablet. He asked, "Mother, Jimmy have a date tonight?"
"I think he hope so," Mrs. Chan answered, "But no." She shook her head.
Jimmy wheeled his bike out of the garage, and grabbed Chad out of the cupboard. He made a show of turning on the cleaners lights, and waited a few minutes while preening in front of a mirror, in case his folks were watching out the back window of the house.
Then he turned out the lights, and locked up. He slung the bagged singlet over his shoulder and started pedaling toward Brent's. He knew from his past stalking attempts that Brent usually had his shower about now. He wanted to be there when Brent tried on his singlet. He pulled up on his bike in front of Brent's house. He checked his watch. The light went out in the upstairs frosted window. Brent must have finished his shower.
He let his bicycle drop on the grass in Brent's yard as he carried Chad up to the front door. He rang the bell.
The Matthews' maid opened the door.
"Good evening," she said, "Ah, Mr. Mathews' missing singlet? I can take that."
"Uh, I promised to deliver it to Brent in person," Jimmy explained.
"Oh," she said with obvious affront.
"Could you tell him, I'm here? Please?" Jimmy added.
"Alright."
She closed the door on him, and left him waiting on the step.
Jimmy shivered slightly. It wasn't that cold, and he did have a jacket, but standing still in the damp air for so long gave him a chill. It was nearly five minutes before the door opened. The maid was nowhere in sight, it was just Brent in a bathrobe, pajamas, and slippers.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Jimmy. I really could've picked it up tomorrow."
"No, Brent, I am really sorry it was misplaced. I want to make sure that it's okay. Maybe you should try it on?" Jimmy blurted out.
"Uh, it looks fine," Brent said taking the plastic bagged singlet from Jimmy.
"Sometimes the fabric seizes up when we clean it, loses its stretchiness. Maybe you could try it on, to make sure it's okay, Brent?" Jimmy practically begged.
"Well, I left my wallet upstairs," Brent said with a sigh, "So come along, I'll pay you, and try it on."
Jimmy almost pumped an air fist, but caught himself. Mentally, he pumped his fist in the air and shouted, "YES!"
Brent led the way upstairs. Jimmy closed the door behind him. Brent's bedroom was really a suite. He had a study with an easy chair in the front and the bed was visible through one doorway and a bathroom through the other.
"Have a seat, Jimmy," Brent said pointing to the easy chair. Jimmy sat down, and looked around the room. Most of the walls were covered with cycling posters and trophies. Through the open bedroom door, he could see a Justin Bieber poster. Brent disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door. Jimmy listened intently as he heard the plastic bag rattling, as Brent was removing the singlet. He heard a moan, a few minutes passed, and finally, the door opened. Brent stepped out wearing his robe. He was wearing the singlet underneath, Jimmy could see the top of the singlet through the V opening of the robe. Brent held a wallet in his hands in front of his crotch. He seemed to be on edge.
"Does it still fit okay?" Jimmy asked nervously.
"Oh, yeah, it's -it's -p-p-p-perfect," stammered Brent, "here's your money and a tip, Jimmy." He handed Jimmy a $20 bill.
"Oh, you need change," Jimmy said instantly.
"K-k-keep it, J-j-j-immy," Brent said nervously. He licked his lips. He dropped his wallet, and flung open his robe. His singlet hung on him like paint except for the tent at his crotch. His boner looked huge so close to Jimmy's face. A wet spot of leaking precum spread in a circle around the impression of his glans. Jimmy started to stand up.
"Uh,