Rick swam, and swam. Each time he hit the bar on the far side of the pool, a digital number lit up. Chad had no idea how much time passed. After 50 laps, Rick climbed out of the pool, and stretched. The sun was already beating down warmly. Rick lay down on the chaise without saying a word to Chad. It was just another Speedo to him, Chad figured. He had tried pleading and reasoning with Rick for the first hour or so of Rick's laps, but Rick totally ignored him. Chad whined it was no fair. Eventually, he was quiet and sulked.
Then he had an idea, as Rick dove back in the pool and started another lap, Chad said in his most authoritative tone, I AM YOUR CONSCIENCE RICK. REPENT AND RESTORE CHAD AND FELIX NOW!
Rick guffawed, stopped swimming and sputtered. His voice screamed at Chad, "You try that again, Chatty Chaddy, and you'll be really sorry. I'll take out your liner, and have you rubberized. That'll shut you up. Now be quiet like a good swimsuit, and maybe I'll let you be human again for a while." The viciousness of the cold icy angry thought chilled Chad into silence. He was so confused. Rick didn't think or speak to him again during his laps. The lap indicator read 100, when Rick threw himself again on the chaise. He reached over to the intercom phone, and buzzed the kitchen.
"Ready for breakfast by the pool," he said.
"Jes sir, right aw-" said the maid over the intercom, Rick silenced it. He put on his sunglasses and lay back to bask in the sun.
A few minutes later, the maid appeared carrying a tray with two grapefruit halves, two glasses of orange juice, two glasses of milk, a couple bananas and apples, and a basket of breakfast rolls.
"Your breakfast, Mistah Rick. Uh, will somebody be joining you? I was told to bring two continental breakfasts?"
"That's right, Rosa, set two places. I may be joined by a friend, if not, I'll eat some of the second breakfast too."
"Yes, Mistah Rick." She set out the food on the table between the chaise that Rick was spread out on, and the empty one on the other side of the table. "Will there be anything else?"
"Nah. If I need anything, I'll use the intercom. Now scoot!" Rick said waving his hand in a deprecating way.
Chad thought to himself, Rick was different at school. He was friendly there, here he treats everybody like things. What happened? he wondered.
Rick snorted, and sipped his orange juice. He could hear all of Chad's thoughts. While he was swimming, he tuned out the background thoughts, but as he relaxed, he became aware of Chad's every thought. He was enjoying Chad's humiliation, and defeat. Rick started to get hard.