"Stacey's house?" Snake remarked shaking his head.
Stacey was Ryan Standish's girl. She was the reason that Ryan was a jockstrap. She made him steal Vinnie's
jockstrap, and that made Vinnie turn Ryan into a jockstrap. Snake would have laughed at the irony, if he
hadn't worn that jockstrap himself. Ryan had taken control of his body. Snake felt violated and threw Ryan
back into the lost and found bin. But he had enjoyed battling with Ryan for control of his own body. He
enjoyed feeling Ryan or being Ryan's or was it his own jockstrap. He didn't understand it, he just knew he
had to wear that jockstrap again. He would have too, if it hadn't been for Vinnie. He still didn't quite
understand it. Somehow his body had exploded into a million pieces. Okay, that's hyperbole. He really ended
up 100 leather items. They weren't all garments. He didn't know what item was in Stacy's house, he just knew
it was a piece of him.
He paused to wonder what had happened to Ryan, and Vinnie. Then he thought about how to get into Stacy's
place. He could try breaking in, but the car was in the drive way, someone was home. He decided to just ring
the bell to see.
DING DONG
"Jason? What are you doing here?" Stacy asked opening the door.
"Hey, Stace, I hear Ryan's been neglecting you, and thought maybe you'd like to hang with me," Snake said
leaning nonchalantly against the door frame.
Stacy snorted, "Yeah, right like you like girls with brains."
"You like guys with big dicks, if Ryan is an indication, and my dick's bigger," Snake said flaunting his
bulge.
"I don't think so," Stacy said shaking her head and trying to close the door, but Snake's boot effectively
held the door open.
"Oh, I know my cock's bigger. Saw for myself in the locker room on the day he disappeared."
"The day he - what do you know about Ryan's disappearance? What did you do to him?"
"Hey, it wasn't me, Sweetness, it was Vinnie."
"Vinnie?" doubt echoed in her voice.
"Hey, you're the one who sent Ry guy to mess with Vinnie & steal his jockstrap. You din't expect Vinnie could
best Ryan did ya, Stacy?" Jason said in his sexy voice with his smoldering eyes staring at Stacy's breast, and
licking his lips. He added, "Ya look really fine, Stacy. Why don' ya invite me inside to talk in private?" He
glanced over his shoulder and nodded at a passerby, and looked past Stacy at her staircase, and then back at
her and winked and smiled.
"Alright, Snake, get your ass in here and tell me what happened!" Stacy demanded.