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Ch. 9: Streaking the Donut Shop
Rick wet himself down in the shower while Rob filled the bucket. Grabbing the bucket, Rick headed out and found a patch of dry, bare earth nearby while Rob wet himself down. After checking for sharp objects, Rick dumped the bucket and went back for a refill. Rob passed him and sat on the wet patch, trying to stir up some mud. He got up as Rick came back with the second bucket load and dumped it. Rob took the bucket back for a third fill and Rick took his place in the mud bath, smearing the mud up and down his legs. They traded once more, Rick returning the bucket to the sauna as Rob smeared mud over his body.
"Will you do my back and hair?" Rob looked up at Rick. Rick nodded and kneeled down. In seconds, Rob's short blond locks were transformed into a sticky brown mess. Rick carried on down Rob's back while Rob took care of the front, skipping over his genitals. Rob stood up.
Rick laughed, "you missed a spot."
"Nobody will recognise that and I'll do my face last. Do you want me to do your hair and back?"
Rick nodded and sat down. Rob smeared mud into Rick's short red hair, putting a bit more in to disguise its shortness. This transformed it into a gooey helmet. As Rob finished up, he closed his eyes and covered his face with mud. "Ugh."
Rick looked back over his shoulder and laughed, "I don't know what or who you look like, but I wouldn't recognise you." He smeared his own face and stood up. The two were covered in mud from head to toe, except for a bare spot in the middle.
"I'm kinda pleased we didn't bone up. I don't think I want to turn up on Hans' doorstep that way."
Rick nodded. "We have a choice of routes. We could opt for maximum exposure and go in front of the donut shop, and then hang right. Hans' house is on the next block. That's the shortest route. Otherwise we go along the side, but have to wrap around the block. It add a bit of distance, but is darker."
"There's not much difference in the lighting - both are busy streets with cars, even at this time of night. If we take the longer route, we won't be able to see Hans' house until we're on top of it, and could end up stuck. We could double back the other way and then we'd have almost two blocks leading up to our target; that would take us past the east side of the donut shop, but add about a block."
"But then we could be seen from the donut shop for about half a block coming to it. That might give someone enough time to get out of the shop and nab us. You know there are likely to be cops there on a break. I think we have to take the shortest route and give the least time for anyone to react. We should cut right in front of the shop." Rick looked to Rob for his response.
"OK. Let's do it before this mud dries completely. Besides, I'm getting cold again. Shall we walk until we get discovered or get near the shop?"
Rick nodded. They set off out to the main road parallel to and east of the railway tracks behind them. There were no cars to be seen. They crossed the street and headed south towards the donut shop and the street they had wheelbarrowed across. Hearing a car behind them, they broke into a trot and were at the intersection in a few seconds. As the road was clear they sprinted across, running on a south-east angle to the front of the donut shop. There were two police cars in the lot, but nobody was in sight outside.
Their dicks started to stiffen from the excitement as they ran about four feet in front of the donut shop windows, making for the street beyond to the east. As they approached the entrance to the shop, the door opened and a group of four college kids, two guys and two gals, started to emerge. Rob and Rick looped around them and picked up speed, hearing laughter and shrieks behind them.
Not daring to look back, they sped south. Only a few hundred feet to go, and they'd be under cover again. Car headlights were approaching them from the front, but they would likely be out of sight before the car got close.
As they hit the front of Hans' house, and turned right, Rick glanced down the street and was amazed to see nobody behind them. The two ran up to the porch and rang the bell for the ground floor apartment. It looked in darkness. Would Hans be home? Would he hear the bell? Both their hearts were racing from the run and from the tenseness of the situation. Rob looked nervously at Rick and poked the doorbell again.
The porch light came on. Exposed! Their hearts jumped. Seconds later, though it seemed like an eternity, the door opened. Rick hissed, "kill the light." The car they'd seen approaching passed behind them.
"Hunh," grunted a short figure inside the darkened apartment.
Rob pleaded, "please, turn the light off."
"Who are you? Do you know what time it is?" The figure inside sounded less than alert and less than happy.