Cautiously, Tom peeked out of the dressing room. The store had gotten
suddenly quiet. He nonchalantly strolled over to where he saw the
yellow object lying on the counter and picked it up. He looked down at
the shiny yellow rubber object in the center he could make out the
impression of Mike's face. He grinned down at his friend and carried
him over to a nearby mirror. He held the yellow circle up so Mike
could see his own reflection next to the apartment house sized face of
Tom.
"Know what you are now, Mikey? You're a condom. You know who's going
to get lucky tonight?" Tom grinned broadly, "We both are - but only
one of us is going to end up covered in cum in a dumpster. You didn't
think I knew you were sleeping with my girlfriend, did you?" There was
angry satisfaction in his tone as he pocketed Mike for use later.
As he headed out of the store, he noticed the red object on the chair.
He strolled over and said to the red rubber thing, "Sorry, Stu, but
you had to tag along and I couldn't afford witnesses."