Chad looked at shipping label that was in his gift box. He was going special delivery according to the label. "Wear only this?" He chuckled.
He arrived at the Field House at a quarter to four. His key worked perfectly. He figured his date would be waiting or would have her own key, so he locked the door behind him. He looked around the empty cavernous field house and shouted, "Hullo?" Only his echo answered.
He walked toward the sole shaft of light coming from the open skylight. There was a long construction cylinder hanging down through the skylight about six and a half feet off the ground. Chad was wondering if it could hold his weight. If he could climb up in it, he could drop down and surprise his admirer when she arrived. Though he couldn't figure out why there was a construction tube suspended there. Chad stripped out of his clothes, and put them into his gym bag. Then he held up the label, it had a gummed back. He licked it, and prepared to paste it to his chest. He blinked. The gum tasted foul. He kept licking his lips, and mouth. Then he hesitated, maybe his butt cheek would do better, and he wouldn't rip out chest hairs, when he pulled it off later. He slapped it in place, and prepared to climb into the construction tube.
Chad demonstrated his athletic prowess, but reaching above his head, and jumping upward, grabbing hold of the tube rim and pulling himself up, and into the tube. The construction tube was much sturdier than he expected. He braced himself by spreading his legs to rest his feet on the inside of the rim. His bare back pressed against the rubberized interior of the tube. He felt dizzy. The gum tasted weird. The label on his butt cheek began to tingle, then burn. Chad felt weak, he braced himself to keep from falling. Then...