"Oh, no!" you recognize the van is Kyle's van, and you're his new mattress for the back of the van. He lives out of his van. During the school year, he showered in the locker room, but since he graduated last year, he tends to reek.
Still he is quite the stud You've heard stories about his van rocking late at night with Kyle's latest conquest. You heard that Kyle is bi, and lately, he's been hustling dates for money. Since he had the money for a new mattress, he must be making money at it.
"Oh, wait a second, let me toss the old mattress before you install the new one," Kyle said. He threw open the backdoors of the van and pulled out a torn, badly stained old mattress. He tossed it on the asphalt, and said, "Put the new one in there. Got a dumpster for the old one?"
"Ahem," the zebra zentai dorne sniffed at the van, but puts you inside on the bare metal floor. You reach from side to side. "I will dispose of the old mattress. You do understand that your new mattress is a living mattress?"
"Of course, I do. Why do you think I shelled out more than my van's worth to by this mattress? It better be everything you guys promised. After all it's a business investment," Kyle said.
"Your mattress is a business investment?" the drone asked.
"Uh, yeah, you see I can make more money if I am well rested."
"Yes, well rested," droned the drone, as it picked up the discarded mattress stuffing fell out. You moan softly fearing you made a mistake.
Kyle slams the van doors and climbs in the drivers side. He starts the van. He reaches back, and gently pats you with his sweaty hand, and says, "Yes sirree, I can't wait to break you in!"
He turns on the radio, and The Reflex blares through the speakers surrounding you.