Chapter 13
by 
Afrohorse
Locker room? Lost and found?
Go check lost and found
Peeking out of the bathroom I see the coast is clear. Moving up to the door to my rink, I peek out seeing a couple people on the ice for the open skate. Closing the door, holding my wet crotch, I realize I’ve got to get anything from the lost and found. Refusing to streak bottomless to the locker room, I press my luck up the stairs.
Find anything?
