As Josh walked past, he stole a glance at his Speedo. He turned the corner at the end of the lockers. Officer guy followed about five feet behind. As he walked by the bin, his hand scooped up Chad the Speedo and buried it in his face. He inhaled deeply. Then as he rounded the lockers, he shoved it into his front pants pocket.
Chad would have called out for help immediately, if he had been prepared. But from the glimpse he got into the guy's mind, he was glad he hadn't.
He lost mental contact when he was no longer in direct contact with the guy's skin.
He wondered in the dark pocket who the perv was. A coach, ranking upper classman, teacher?
"You know you don't have to go in with me," Josh said with a sigh, as he prepared to knock on the commandant's door.
"Oh, but I want to be there," was the reply.
Knock, knock.
"Enter."