Chad managed to pull himself away from Dirk. He didn't know why it was so hard to leave that guy alone. Did he have something to do with his secret admirer? It was a girl, not Dirk? Right? He wondered if there was a way to tell whether a pubic hair came from a guy or girl? He remembered that those CSI shows would compare two hair strands under a microscope. He shook his head, as he imagined Dirk's reaction if Chad asked him for one of his crotch hairs. He drank some milk, which tasted oddly sour. Then Chad went upstairs and showered. And showered. The water coming out of the showerhead was ice cold by the time Chad turned it off. He sniffed his pit. At least he didn't smell like Dirk anymore. Though he didn't really smell like himself, he smelled like soap.
"Well, at least, I'm clean. If I can't remember it, maybe nothing happened?" he said uncertainly.
He pulled on some cotton workout shorts, and headed down to the walkout basement. He just reached the bottom stair, when the doorbell rang. He paused on the steps. He didn't really want to deal with anyone right now, but his parents were away for the weekend. So he turned around and marched back upstairs. He opened the door.