When Ace was completely hairless, Josh pulled out a couple of big plastic jars of body paint. One was black
and one was white. He handed me a brush.
"Now you take the left, and I take the right. Only question is how we paint him. Do we go Harlequin style and
paint upper torso black and white, then reverse the pattern below the waist. Or do we paint one side all one
color and the other side the other?"
I grin, as I realize these are State's colors. Ace is the starting quarterback at Central. State and Central
are cross town rivals. Central has a bye this weekend, but State is playing Northwestern at State Stadium
just 15 miles away from Ace's house. "I think the Half Time show was starting when we got here. No time has
really passed, right? So you're going to put a painted Ace in the middle of their half-time to streak the
game?"
"You figured most of it out, but we're also going to put some Viagra and roofies down his throat. So when he
wakes up in jail tomorrow, he'll probably be some inmate's bitch boi."
"What? Really?"
"Don't worry, Ace, you're hot. You'll get yourself a nice big prison boyfriend," Josh said as he brushed some
loose cut hairs off Ace's forehead. He had already cut the hair off the sides of Ace's head, and plastered
the hair on top of his head into a Mohawk.
It was a bit more difficult to drive with time stopped than I had considered, but cars that would have been in
motion if time was moving. We took Ace's convertible with Ace propped up in the backseat with the top down.
We had to lift rigid Ace over the turnstile and carry him through the locker room and on to the field. We had
Ace about a third of the way across the field facing the far end. We were hidden by a couple of guys in the
half time show carrying flags. Josh handed me a ski mask and put one on himself. He took out the watch, and
instructed me to hold his bare elbow. I did. He started time. Instantly, there was a cacophony of noise. Ace
jumped with a start. His painted face showed confusion, and his limp cock shot straight out like a rocket.
Then, Josh swatted Ace's butt hard and yelled, "Run, Run, Run!" Ace started to run. Then Josh stopped time
again.
"Okay, bro, let's head home. After we put Ace's car in the garage, we can head over to a bar with a big screen
and watch Ace streaking. I've already set up my DVR to record the game before I left this morning."
"Looks like you thought of everything," I said.
It took an hour to get everything ready, but soon we were seated at a sports bar looking at the big screen
with the frozen half time game.