"Chad? Hey, where are you?" Bruno called from the hallway.
Bruno stepped into Chad's room.
"Chad? I rang the bell, your front door was wide open. Are you okay? Chad, where are you? Whoa! That's one sweet pool toy!" Bruno said as he spotted the inflatable black rubber dog in Chad's desk chair.
Chad froze. Was Bruno the man? No. He seemed to think Chad was an inflatable pool toy. Maybe if Chad didn't move, Bruno wouldn't realize he was really Chad.
"Well, I told coach that I'd talk to you again about joining the Swim Team, so I will wait," Bruno said loudly, then he sighed,"Is he hiding from me? More than likely he's not even here. Well, might as well make myself comfortable."
Bruno flopped on top of Chad's bed. He began texting. Chad's phone on the nightstand pinged.
"Huh? His phone is here? He never is without his phone. Maybe he's in the attic or basement? Or if he forgot his phone, he should be back for it. Hm, why would Chad have a pool toy in his room. Maybe he got it for me? My birthday is coming up."
Chad stayed still. Bruno had sat up and moved to the edge of the bed right behind Chad's deskchair with rubber pup Chad in it. Bruno picked Chad up, scooted back on Chad's bed with the black balloon dog in his arms, and lay back.
"This thing is sweet. I don't see any seams. The rubber is really heavy duty too," Bruno said squeezing the toy as he lay down. Involuntarily, Chad squeaked, and Bruno giggled.
He examined Chad thoroughly, then remarked, "Anatomically correct? Naughty, naughty Chad, this ain't no pool toy." Bruno tugged on Chad's rubber manhood, then flicked it, and watched it bounce.
Chad thought oh, oh.