Tad is quiet, as he pedals his bike. The wind races through his side
split nylon shorts giving Bryce a good airing out. As he pumps up
hill, and coasts down, Bryce is able to steal views through the
openings in Tad's shorts as to where he is going. He's pedaled off
campus and is bicycling through the commercial shopping area adjacent
to campus. He slows to a stop and locks his bike up. Bryce can see the
brick paving as Tad walks up the steps and into one of the shops. A
tiny brass bell jingles. The sound of a sewing machine whirs in the
background.
"Hey, Jorge, I got something else I need embroidered," Tad says
entering a curtained fitting room and pulling down his shorts. He then
tucks his thumbs under Bryce's waistband, and slides him down. He
leans in close to his pouch and whispers, "I decided to keep you."
Bryce is confused and terrified. Tad can't seriously be planning to
have him embroidered. Visions of a giant needle ripping through his
cotton and spandex body terrify Bryce.
Tad pulls his shorts back on commando, and hands Jorge the atinky
jockstrap.
"Dude, you're supposed to wash it first!" complained Jorge.
"Well, I want it done now. How much more to embroider it the way I
like with it dirty like this?"
"I'll do it for $20 more," said Jorge.
"Oh, come on, I'm like your best customer," Tad pleaded.
"Okay, $10, but that's the lowest I go to embroider dirty garments,"
said Jorge.
"Cool, when will he-it be ready?"
"Huh? Oh, come back in an hour. I should be done by then."
"Cool."