"No! Don't touch that towel, Chad! Here we'll share this one," Snake said as he explained that he had spent the last two hours cleaning the cabin, and that he only brought one towel because he hadn't expected Chad to appear.
"Relax, Jason, we can make this work," he sympathized with Snake's freak out. He had had his own less vocal one when he had been soap. Chad took the school towel that Snake offered, and began drying him. Jason seemed to calm down. No one had dried him since his mother died when he was a kid. He still didn't know what to make of Chad and his story. He half expected to wakeup and discover he'd been hallucinating due to coming in contact with his boss' drugs.
Chad finished drying Snake, and then dried himself.
"You have anything that I can wear?"
Snake let out a short harsh laugh, "not really?"
"Maybe your boxers?" Chad asked.
"I don't wear boxers," Snake replied sullen lyrics.
"Briefs? Jockstrap?" Chad asked.
"I don't wear underwear, okay! Wait, coach makes me wear a jockstrap for gym. It's in my pack."
Chad was bigger than Snake. Snake was wearing his jeans, boots and leather jacket. Chad was wearing Snake's tee shirt, which only came down to above Chad's belly button. He also had on a too small jockstrap and Snake's socks.
"How do I look?" Chad said spinning around like a model.
Snake shrugged, but Chad could see his jeans were tented.
"I live in a trailer outside of town. I think I have some sweatpants there that will fit you," Snake said. "Now let me give this place the once over, and then we can get going. I have to be at the job site by 8 am."
Chad nodded. He and Snake shared something. But neither had planned on this, and it was just way too weird to handle. He saw the pink cellophane on the sink counter, and picked it up. He folded it and tucked it into the pouch of his jockstrap. Jason dried out the shower with the school towel. He sprayed some room freshener, and then followed Chad out of the bathroom,
"Looks good," Jason said smugly, as he entered the master bedroom, and eyed the clean carpet, and bed.
Chad cleared his throat, and pointed at the mirrored ceiling. A dried used condom hung from the mirrored ceiling.
Snake exclaimed in surprise, "How the heck did he get that there?"
He grabbed his rubber gloves, a paper towel and a bottle of Winder.
"There, perfect."
Chad nodded. He was tired and wanted to go home.
Snake put the key back in its hiding place after locking the door, got on his motorcycle, and told Chad to get on behind him.