Ryan started to feel sore. Horst woke up turned on his bedside radio. Weezer's Undone-The Sweater Song, and
started rubbing his crotch. His school ring hooked in Ryan's fabric and snagged. "Unravel" echoed in Ryan's
mind long after the song ended, and Franky Goes to Hollywood's Relax Go To It.
Horst's phone rang. He reached for the phone, and felt the tug of Ryan's snagged thread.
"What the -?" Horst said sitting up, and examining the thread hanging from his ring to his jockstrap.
His phone rang again. So he slid the ring off his finger and answered the phone.
It was Carter, "Hey, Horst, just wanted to schedule a time to collect Ryan tomorrow. After church, I'll be at
KFC. I'll meet you in the restroom at 12:30. I figure since I had Ryan for 2 1/2 hours on Friday, and you've
had him since 11am today. So, I'll see you tomorrow at-"
"Uh, okay, KFC," Horst answered looking at snagged Ryan.