Josh was halfway home kicking a rock as he walked. He couldn't stop thinking about Chad. He had felt triumphant, and that he was done with Chad after he left bottlewash Chad in the shower room. Chad should've been all used up, and ready for the recycle bin. Instead he was big as life again. Like a bad penny, he kept turning up.
Turning Chad into Woody's latest jockstrap was just not as satisfying as having Chad lathered all over 40 or 50 guys and washed down the drain. Oh, sure it would be hell for Chad. Josh half expected Woody to show up at school Tuesday with his new jockstrap in tatters. Josh sighed.
The towel boy turned around, and headed back towards Woody's house. He wasn't sure what more he could do to Chad, but he was sure he would think of something.
As he approached the house, he was shocked to see Chad and Woody walking out of Woody's driveway, and go into Chad's house. It couldn't be Chad could it? How did he cease being a jockstrap? Were there two of them? Did? Too many questions.
Josh bolted over to a window in Chad's house just in time to see Woody's backside disappearing into the basement. Josh ran around the side of the house and peered through the basement window. He sighed in relief, as he realized the guy with Woody wasn't Chad. It was Chad's older brother. There was a strong family resemblance. He was surprised to see both Woody and Brad strip down to just their jockstraps, and begin lifting weights.