Rico hopped into his makeshift hammock, and lay there for a few minutes. Chad's emotions and sensory systems were running wild. On one hand, he was the star athlete from a well to do family being used as a hammock by a nobody who lived in a trailer, but on the other hand, he was thrilled to be wanted and used by Rico. He felt a weird sense of ownership with Rico. His arms and legs were literally tied in knots, and he was stretchy perhaps a dozen feet longer than his outstretched hands and feet should reach, and now he could feel the weight of Rico on top of him causing him to stretch even more. It was quite a workout. He felt Rico's warm body inside him, and his body conformed to spoon the short muscled gardener. He was so happy, he was so angry, he was so-
Rico stretched and got of the vaguely human shaped hammock. He gently tested the rubber, it sprung back like it was new when he got out. He ran his hand over it, and smiled.
"Cannot get wait to get back to spend the afternoon in this, and work on my tan."
Tan? Hm, the sun was currently obscured by the trees, but by afternoon, the riverfront would be bathed in sunlight. Chad swung there in the gentle breeze listening to the water, and missing Rico.
Rico raced back to the campus, and completed his chores in record time. It was terribly tedious driving the ground roller at its max speed of a few miles per hour, with the sun beating down on him, but he made up for it running full out as he pushed himself to the limit working the weed-whacker, and trimming the bushes.
Rick had ransacked the locker room. He had cleared out Chad's stuff of his locker after locking him in the sauna, taking his car key and car too, and when he returned after midnight, he figured Chad had gotten out, and headed for home. So he had searched from the locker room to the main entrance of the campus, which was at the end of a dead end street, and followed the road painstakingly back to Chad's house. The car was where Rick had parked it earlier, but no sign of Chad. It didn't occur to him that Chad might have made a beeline for his house cutting through the football field, and planning to scale the fence and run through the woods. It might occur to him yet, but right now he was retracing his steps through the school looking for black rubber. Could someone else have taken Chad? It was worse than the jockstrap fiasco because Chad wouldn't be changing back at midnight. He heard the annoying whine of the motorized weed sprayer, and glanced at Rico with tank apparatus strapped to his back as he jogged back and forth across the field. Maybe under a door, rubberized Chad could slide himself under a door or down a drain pipe? He was tired. Searching for a black rubber object all night in the dark was hard work. Rick yawned.
Rico hurriedly trimmed the bushes around the school. He was sweating like a pig from the labor and the speed at which he was doing it.