"Now it's imperative that you wear gloves. We don't want you
accidentally bronzing yourselves," Stacy whined, as she reached in
Ryan's sack with a gloved hand. Her rubber glove closed around Ryan,
and pulled him out. She purposely brushed Vinnie's exposed forearm
with the dirty jockstrap. She grinned as he pulled away from its
touch. He stared oddly at her or was it the jockstrap, she didn't
care.
Vinnie practically jumped out of his skin, when the dirty jockstrap in
Stacy's gloved hand hit his arm. Not because it was a jockstrap, but
because he heard Ryan screaming for help the moment it touched him. He
was no fan of Ryan Standish, but he didn't want him eternally bronzed
as a freak novelty trophy for some other dumb jock.
"First, we dip it in the liquid starch thusly," preached Stacy as she
dipped unknowingly her boyfriend into the cold blue liquid. "Then we
make sure it is thoroughly drenched. Then we mold it into the desired
form and set it aside to dry. Now you try."
Vinnie ambled over to Ryan staring at the starched jockstrap. "Do you
think that looks lopsided?" he asked softly.
Stacy glared at him. "No. It is not lopsided, Vinnie," she said
tersely.
Vinnie rubbed his chin.
"When you've finished with the first, take a second jockstrap and
starch it too. Then mold it. If either jockstrap starts to lose
shape, feel free to re-starch it and remold it."
Stacy grabbed another jockstrap. Vinnie walked around rubbing his
chin, and apparently inspecting each person's work. He worked his way
over to the corner where Horst and Carter were.