Johnny and Chaz left the wet cummy Speedo crumpled up on the floor of the stall shower, but they left the door open. Chad felt sore all over, but he concentrated on trying to move. He moved more like a jellyfish than a person. He undulated toward the open door, and sort of clumped up against the threshold before managing to ooze himself up and over and onto the bathroom floor. He lay there exhausted for almost 20 minutes. Then Chad began undulating again toward the open bathroom door. If he could reach his brother or his folks, there was hope. He undulated slowly but methodically from the bathroom door across the carpet to his bedroom door.
Chad paused in the middle of the floor. He was so tired. He felt so naked and vulnerable.
"WOOF!" Max dashed into the room, he saw the Speedo and trotted over toward it. He sniffed Chad.
Oh, no! Chad had learned along time ago that any clothing he left on his floor was considered a chew toy by Max. Now that he was a Speedo, it made no difference to Max.
The dog's black hairy maw closed around Chad's blue fabric body, slobber saturated Chad, and Max happily trotted out of Chad's room, downstairs and through the dog door with his latest prize.
Chad started sobbing and trying to plead with his dog. For a moment Max stopped, maybe he heard? But then he continued onward with the Speedo tightly clenched in his mouth.