"Hey, Roger, my man, the deed is done?" asked Dirk Hannagan as Roger emerged from the now silent shower room.
"All bagged and ready to wear, Dirk, just like I promised," Roger said slinging the bag off his shoulder and holding his prize out to the 6' 4" water polo team captain.
"Ha, ha, bet Tyler is royally pissed about his new situation."
"You want to find out what he thinks? Then put him on, you'll be able to read his thoughts as well as access his athletic abilities," Roger said fishing around in the mesh bag until he found Number One and tossed to to Dirk.
"No friggin' way! That's so cool. I think I'll wear him the rest of the day. Too bad we don't have practice again until next week, but then we'll have twice as much as we did today since the swim team won't be in the pool - oh, wait I guess they'll be in the pool as our suits!" Hanagan laughed loudly, as he stripped down and put his new yellow rubber suit on.
"Okay, now I kept my part of the bargain, you better keep yours," warned Roger.
"Yeah, yeah, don't - oh, wicked! It really is Tyler and he's fuming. My junk is in his mouth and he's tasting it. Ha, ha, awesome!"
"Here's the other suits, now don't forger our agreement," Roger said handing him the bag.
"Oh, you can count on it. No way do I want to end up as your wrestling singlet, Roger. I know what you can do, and I always keep my promises."
"Okay," Roger said as he walked away with his bucket of hair and speedos. When he was out of earshot, he muttered, "I really could use a new wrestling singlet."