Vinnie grabbed Ryan to put him back in the bag, but the door knob was
turning. So still clutching Ryan tightly, Vinnie climbed into the
open double cabinet, and hid in the closed half behind an older bag of
used clothes. He was small and wiry, and clutched Ryan tight to his
chest with his knees drawn up against his chest too.
Jason Tyler entered. He looked nervous. Vinnie watched him with one
eye through one of the vent holes in the storage locker door. He
prayed that Snake wouldn't notice him. Once Snake was sure he was
alone, he immediately began rummaging through the jockstraps. He'd
pause look at it, and sniff it, then move on to the next.
He held Horst up to his nose. He inhaled. He closed his eyes and
inhaled deeply. He suddenly opened his eyes, and blinked.
"What am I doing? I just came to get that jockstrap from earlier
today. I gotta figure out what happened to me, and the only way is
with that strap," he said. But in contrast to his words, he shoved the
Speedo that was Horst into his front right pocket. In his mind he
justified it as he needed a new swimsuit. Not that he'd ever wear it
in public, except as underwear...but still he needed it. He didn't
know why - he just did.
He picked up Carter, but instantly dropped him. "Too big," he said.
Then he picked up another, and dropped it saying, "Too small." And so
it continued until he found one that looked right, then he'd sniff it,
and hold it to his skin. Vinnie started to feel nervous. Then he
bucked his courage. He had turned three jocks into clothing, he could
turn one jerk tough guy bully into something. Motorcycle leathers
would be appropriate, or maybe just leather chaps?
Vinnie pushed the closed door of the storage locker open. The door
grazed startled Jason's head.
"Hey, Snake, looking for Ryan?" Vinnie said climbing out of the
storage locker and dangling the jockstrap in front of Snake's face.
Jason's face went from startled to livid. He scowled and moved to take
Ryan and possibly throttle Vinnie. Vinnie grinned...