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Sowing Wild Oats, Ch. 8: Looking for Trouble

"No questions, just do as I do." Rob tossed some clothes at Rick and
then proceeded to thread one jeans leg through a t-shirt and the other
through a pair of boxers, and then tied the legs in a reef knot, along
with a towel, pulling it tight, producing a tight ball of clothes. "Over
to the light, give me your bundle and then hoist me up," said Rob,
continuing to whisper as he pointed at a decorative light about twenty
feet in front of the sauna building. It had a crossbar about ten feet
up, for propping a ladder, but there was no ladder in sight.

When they got to the light standard, Rick bent down at the knees and Rob
climbed on back. Rick straightened up, hanging on to Rob's legs and
popped a bundle on each end of the crossbar, then put his hand in front
of Ricks face and pointed down, urgently. "Back to the bushes and hide."

"What the fuck! Someone's ripped off our clothes." They heard a yell
from the sauna building as they sprinted across to the bushes by the
tracks.

"They're not here! Just our shoes and wallets. Shit, I bet it's Steve,
getting revenge." A different voice rang out from the sauna.

"Keep it down ..." and the voices trailed off. A minute later, a head
poked out the door and looked around, then ducked back in. A few minutes
passed, with muddled whispers coming from the sauna, and then a blond
guy with a swimmer's build appeared, wearing shoes and sox, but nothing
else and grabbing his crotch, with a key peeking out. He looked around
and headed, crouched, across the courtyard and stopped, looked at the
light for a few seconds and then sprinted back to the sauna, without
moving his hands. More muddled whispers and two guys appeared, the
blond from earlier and a shorter, oriental fellow, both with hands
poised over their crotches and looking around furtively.

When they got to the light, the blond crouched down and lifted the
other guy, who popped the clothes off to the ground. They almost fell
over in their haste to grab the bundles and tore back to the sauna. A
minute later, the two, fully dressed, emerged. "I don't get it. Why
would Steve steal our clothes and then not hang around to harass us? And
why leave them so close?" asked the oriental.

"Beats me. But, it had to be him. He was real pissed when he got back
from the pool in only a towel."

As the pair got to the other side of the courtyard, the voices trickled
off, but Rob and Rick could just make out an excited mention of
'camcorder'.

Rick looked at Rob and whispered, "Can we go in?" Rob nodded and they
went in. Rick turned the sauna back on and laughed, "That was a gas.
What ever gave you that idea? It took a lot of nerve - they could have
caught you grabbing the clothes. Hell, they could have nailed us while
we put them on the light. We're lucky they didn't scour the grounds for
us - we'd never have gotten away."

"I freaked when I saw the clothes and heard them talking in the sauna,
but quickly realised we had to get them out, as we couldn't go in with
them there. We couldn't wait too long either, as we're both getting
cold. So I emptied the jeans pockets into their shoes and grabbed
everything else I could see. I spotted the lamp on my way in, and got
the idea of planting the clothes there as I came out. It was all spur of
the moment, and I had no idea what was going to happen. You're right, a
lot could have gone wrong. We're very lucky they were expecting that
Steve guy to go after them."

"Inspired thinking! You made sure it looked like a prank by emptying the
pockets, and confirmed it by putting the clothes in easy view. Almost
everyone feels guilty about having trested someone badly, and you played
up to that. Even better, if we get caught, having these two lose their
clothes earlier will just add to our story, and the mystery stripper
will never be found. Wonder what they'll do to 'Steve'. They looked like
swimmers and mentioned a pool, so maybe we should keep our eyes open."

"Likely nothing, but you never know. They may think they got off
lightly, or if they think he videotaped it, may be cautious. I'm not
cold anymore, but I am getting tired and hungry. Any ideas?" Rob yawned
and rubbed his belly.

"The donut shop is less than a block away, but we have no money. If we
stay here, we'll eventually get caught. Even with the campus empty, I'm
sure this place will get used again before tomorrow night. And there's
nothing to eat here. And who knows when George might turn up. Unless you
know how to forage in the urban bush, we're going to have to visit
someone. So far, we've only been seen by Mary and Beth, but I don't know
where they live. Looks like my great plan has a big hole or two."

"S'allright. We're going to have to trust someone. Susan's out of
town... Susan! What would she say if she knew what we're up to?" Rob
looked concerned.

"Calm down. She's not here, may never find out, and you've got lots of
time to figure out how to handle it. Kathy's out, she broke up with me a
couple of weeks ago because she said there 'was no fire'. Anyway she's
gone this weekend too."

"Tell her about this weekend - you might get her back. Damn, everyone I
can think of would take advantage, just like we figure George would,
unless you want to chance Vanya. Or Hans... Yeah, Hans would be better
than Vanya if Susan ever found out."

"Really? Hmm, I suppose turning up nude on Vanya's doorstep might be
misunderstood, but then ..." Rick paused. "But, if we offered to pose
for Hans, we'd have an excuse and Hans doesn't want photos. Wonder if
he's around?"

"You did say you were thinking of posing for him anyway - was that
because of Kathy? Sorry to hear you broke up. I thought you two were
good together."

"I thought so too, but I guess I was becoming an old man too fast for
her tastes. You're right about Hans, and that's why I was so ready to
cut loose this weekend. I had to find out if she was right. Even if she
won't have me back, I'll have to thank her for making life more
interesting. Your uncle too, if I ever meet him."

"Hans isn't far away, but he's on a busy street, on the other side of
the donut shop. We'd have to streak to find out. I'm game, if only to
get something to eat." He looked at Rick.

"Oh, the donut shop. I know it's not my turn, but how about a bit of
anonymity for the run? We could cover our faces with mud. That way, even
if we give someone a thrill, they won't know who we are."

"Good idea! Let's go make mud pies."

... continued in Ch. 9: Streaking the Donut Shop

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