Friday night, Coach Sinclair whistled happily as he started sorting through the Speedos. It was time to see if Chad was ready to behave. Where was that boy? He had been through all the clean and dirty Speedos twice. After two hours of ransacking the locker room, and opening all the lockers with his master key. Chad was nowhere to be found.
Someone must've taken Chad home, but who? Who knew that Chad was that Speedo? Who could know? Ty, maybe? Did he really sanitize Chad?
Bruno had a thing for Chad and Speedos, but he couldn't know it was Chad. Could he?
Rick was Chad's buddy, maybe he could sense Chad. Or Chad's kid brother? Hm?
Sinclair dug out an ancient tome, and began searching for a spell that might help him find Chad. He opened his bottom file drawer, and took out a bottle of whiskey. He poured himself a glass, and sighed. He really hated studying. That's why he was a coach instead of a history teacher, or high wizard.