"Whoa!" said Mike as he suddenly began falling.
Flop. The wetsuit and Mike were gone. On the floor next to the
counter lay a rubberized yellow water polo brief. Stu managed to get
to his feet and staggered over to where Mike lay on the floor.
"Mike?" he asked tentatively prodding the empty swimsuit with his
foot.
No response. Stu looked down at the orange red outfit he was wearing,
and made a mad dash for the changing room. As he ran he struggled to
take his clothing off.
In the meantime, Jake strolled out from the back room carrying an arm
load of men's swimsuits for the bargain bin. He dumped them in and
put up the 2 for $20 sign. Then he turned around and saw the yellow
Speedo on the floor. He walked over and picked it up.
"Must've dropped one. Oh, wait this one doesn't have any tags, and
it's a lot better quality. Yeah, this is heavy duty rubberized
material. Should be more like $80-100, not $10. Maybe it's a free
sample or odd lot that got mixed in. It doesn't look like a second. I
think it would look good on me. He reached behind the counter and
opened a drawer and shoved Mike inside.