The first thing you see is a letterman's jacket hanging on the back of a chair. It's one of your team mates' jackets, you recognize the patches as these year's swim team. As the brute advances, you can see the red bulge of stuffed Speedo and the muscular shaved legs of a swimmer reclining on a bed. The jacket still blocks your view of his torso and face. Suddenly, with a mad dash as he steps out of his jeans, the biker leaps toward the bed and you see Roger--and are horrified that you know him.
Lying on the bed is your best friend and swim team mate Chas, you'd forgotten that his full name was Charles Roger Archer. He'd always been Chas to you, but you recalled that one of his old high school buddies had called him "Jolly Roger". But you had equated that with the pirate logo tattoo on Chas's left butt cheek.
Chas shouts and steadies his half filled wine glass as the big biker straddles his body, "Hey, big boy, watch it or you'll spill my wine!"