Walter picked up his new blue Speedo, and grinned, "I don't know where the school gets their swimsuits, but every time I get one from them it stretches to be a perfect fit." He put some Woolite in the kitchen sink and washed his new Speedo.
Chad thought, "Every time? How many guys has coach turned into Speedos?"
His thoughts were literally wrung out of him along with the sudsy water as Walter wrung him out, and then rinsed him off. He carried the wet Speedo to the bathroom and hung it over the curtain rod opposite the mirror. Chad was horrified to see his stretched out reflection in the mirror. While Chad hung there, Walter took the two beach towels that he had tied together around his waist off, and sat down on the toilet and took a loud, smelly dump.
"There, you drip dry, and we'll have some fun when my buddy Little John comes over," he laughed, farted, wiped himself, and got up and laughed.
Little John was one of Robin Hood's Merry Men, and the joke was that he was the opposite of little. Chad would have swallowed hard if he could have thinking the sort of man Walter would could consider big. Chad wracked his brain for an answer to his dilemma. He wished he couldn't smell. The stench from the toilet wafted over to him. It got dark while he dripped dry. He eventually dozed off. He woke to the sound of laughing voices.
"Stupid Coach Sinclair got another Speedo nicked! Ha, serves him right!" said a high pitched voice.
Little John? wondered Chad.
Walter's jovial voice boomed, "Oh, he thinks he's king of the gym, and can leave his stuff anywhere. That Assistant Coach Marx or whatever his name is ran me off again. I wouldn't mind teaching him a lesson."
"Might be doable. He comes to my bar every week to watch the game. I got the biggest screen in town."
"That you do, Little John," laughed Walter. "That you do."
"I can put a little something in his beer, and then we can have some fun with the lad."
"He's not that young," said Walter with a wink.
"Neither are we," snorted Little John.
The door opens and the light comes on.
"Ew, it reeks in here! Don't you ever flush?"
"Not until it's full. There's a drought on."
Little John reached over and flushed it. "You flush when you have guests, Walter. Understand? Now, that is a right purty suit!"