Chad bolted like a streak of lightning from the sauna, up the stairs to Rick's bedroom door. It was locked. He was already at 700. He tried forcing the door, but it seemed to be immovable. Damn, Rick. 850. There was a transom window over the door, but it was closed. Was it locked. Chad ran downstairs, and brought up a metal patio chair to stand on. He reached up, pulled at the window. It wasn't locked, but it was a crank out window, so it didn't pull open easily. 999. Fwoop!
The blue Speedo fell from the window, and landed on the door handle. Chad hung around there the rest of the day. It was dark when Rick finally returned. Chad guessed it was after 2 AM. Rick reeked of beer.
"Whoa, ho! Chaddy isn't as fast, as I thought," Rick said lifting Chad off the doorknob, and turning the handle. He paused the door remained closed. "Oh, I guess I locked it, sorry, Chad. Heh, heh, yeah, I guess if I'm going to let you put yourself away, I'll have to key your fingerprint into the lock mechanism too." Rick put his thumb on the black metal panel above the lock that Chad had pushed and pounded on while trying to open the door earlier. The device scanned Rick's thumb, and the door unlocked.
Rick went into his bedroom, and flicked on the lights. Threw off his shirt, pants and underwear. He looked down at the Speedo, as if he was trying to remember something. He pulled Chad's drawstring out, and improvised a cock ring out of the rubber drawstring. Then he stepped into Chad, and climbed into bed. He was soon snoring.