Chuck looked up from his computer and asked the zoned out boys some questions. "So, what's the deal with the matching underwear?"
Wyatt looked at him with lidded eyes and said, "They are our temple garments. They are a symbol of our commitment to the teachings of the church."
"That's weird." Chuck said dismissively.
"No it isn't," piped up Aaron, "it's just like the special clothes any other religion has. They also help with modesty. We always wear them."
"Hmm. Modesty. I've never seen much good in that virtue." Chuck said, the smile breaking on his lips.
He typed bit and both boys drifted off to sleep. As their heads lulled, Chuck used his cursor to vanish all the clothes the two were wearing.
He scoffed mockingly at the two sleeping nineteen year olds. Neither of these boys had much to brag about, much less, be modest about. Flaccid, average circumcised cocks, Wyatt's blonde pubes were different but they were both so basic. Even for guys who rode bikes everywhere, their legs weren't even that toned.
That's ok. Chuck thought to himself, by tomorrow, they'd be tripping over themselves to show him their bodies.
The boys woke up about two hours later, fully dressed and in a great mood. They felt like they'd had a productive conversation with a man who was eager to learn. All of that of course was a mere implanted memory that Chuck had managed to concoct for them. He had told them that he was free in the morning for another opportunity to learn about the faith.
The boys got on their bikes and rode out of the neighborhood, ignoring the other houses on the street. They'd get them later.
Chuck watched them go, chuckling to himself. Tomorrow, he'd see what they thought about his changes. Tonight, he had bigger fish to fry.
Turning his focus from the Wilson family, it was time for him to get down to the important work.
It was time for him to change his own life.