"Okay, Chad, I know you didn't run outside naked," Raul said as he glanced into the steam room, and then sauna
window. Chad was out of sight, but his shadow wasn't. He grinned. Raul stripped quickly. He was going to
shove Chad head first up his ass.
Inside the sauna, Chad was terrified. He had managed to brace himself by stretching his body like a plank
between the opposing walls of the sauna, and pressing his backside against the hot wooden ceiling. He didn't
think Raul would look up. He didn't think that his position would cast a shadow, but it did. That wasn't why
he was terrified. He was terrified because his body was starting to feel rubbery again. He didn't know how
long he could hold himself up there. He heard Raul's voice, but couldn't make out the words.
Then the door to the sauna opened and Raul stepped in. He looked up at the very moment that Chad lost his grip.
There was the sound of pizza dough hitting the floor. Okay, it wasn't pizza dough. It was rubbery Chad
splatting on top of naked Raul. Raul struggled inside the rubbery mass enveloping him, but he suddenly felt
weak. He could barely struggle, and then he stopped. He was inside Chad, and he was immobile. Chad blinked.
Half time would be over in about 5 minutes. He now knew Raul's playbook and maybe could even the score. He
dashed out of the sauna stepping over Raul's gear. He grabbed a hoodie and a pair of sweats and made a dash
back out the emergency door. He ran around the building, through the parking lot and over to his team's locker
room.
"Chad? Where were you? The game's half over!" says Coach Hanson angrily.