Chapter 33 - Geno-type pt. 33

Tyler knew he needed to act fast if he was going to help both Sam and Jake before things got way too messy. Fortunately, his last class of the day was technically already over. They had written their final papers in there on Monday, and today was just peer review day; which is to say, everybody acted like they read each others papers when they really just sat around and talked all period. Tyler could easily skip out without having to worry about any negative consequences. He also knew that Jake had no reason to be at school other than to provide transport for Tyler and Sam. Tyler had no idea what Sam’s class schedule was like, but Sam was in no condition, physically or mentally, to be attending classes.
           
Tyler heard a knock on the door and so he walked over and opened the door a crack. He could see that Mark was waiting on the other side with a full bucket of cool water. Tyler quickly opened the door and swiped the bucket and then shut the door in Mark’s face before he could even say anything. Tyler really didn’t want to let that creeper stare at his friend in such a vulnerable position. Tyler would put on a show for anyone who wanted one, but he knew Sam was much more guarded about showing off his body. It’s kind of a shame too, because Sam really did have a fantastic body. At least Sam had gotten comfortable enough in front of Tyler to let it all hang out around him.
           
Tyler poured the bucket of water along the length of Sam’s rapidly dwindling cock. Tyler was glad that the water seemed to be cold enough to get Sam back down to his minimum and manageable size, but there was still the issue of how to smuggle Sam out of school. His clothes were in no way wearable in their current cum covered state. Tyler would have to rig up some sort of covering for Sam. He had a few ideas, but he’d need Jake’s help.
           
Oh, shit. Jake. Tyler really had to find Jake fast. There was no telling when the dam would break. If Jake couldn’t keep his growth in check and let loose in the middle of class the results would be disastrous.
           
Sam seemed to have calmed down a bit, and he was small enough to be mobile again. Hopefully he’d be fine on his own for a little bit while Tyler took care of things with Jake. Tyler crouched down next to Sam and put a hand reassuringly on his shoulder. “Hey, Jake really needs my help too. Will you be fine on your own for a few minutes while I take care of him? I’ll bring you something to wear and so we can get out of here soon.”
           
Sam’s eyes lit up a little as Tyler mentioned leaving. Sam was not comfortable being around campus in his current state, and was visibly rattled by whatever had happened to him this morning. He just wanted to hide away from people for awhile. The thought of spending the rest of the day just hanging out with Jake and Tyler like they had the night before, sounded like the best thing for him right now.
           
Tyler turned and rummaged through Sam’s spooge saturated clothing until he found Sam’s cell. It was a little gooey, but seemed to be in working order. Tyler flipped it on, and a little message popped up saying that the new software had finished installing. Tyler quickly dismissed the prompt. He just wanted to be sure that Sam had a working phone. Tyler had no interest in snooping on whatever Sam had been downloading today.
           
Tyler was a little confused to find that the phone was lying out in the pile of clothes and not in any of the pockets. Sam must have been using it briefly before his growth hit. Tyler figured that the reason Sam had not tried to call anyone was because it was very difficult for him to move in the closet with his massive dick blocking the way.
           
Tyler handed Sam his phone. “Here. Keep this with you. I’ll message you when we are at the door. Keep this place locked until then, ok?”
           
Sam just nodded silently in understanding. Tyler really hated to leave him in the state, but it was the best chance they had of getting out of here with the minimal amount of physical, emotional, and property damage.
           
Once Tyler left the room, Sam slowly got up and locked the door. His mind was still slowly trying to process everything that had happened. Dalton had made him feel so great and so worthless all at once. Sam’s emotions were cycling rapidly between varying degrees of love and hate. He had really liked Dalton yesterday, but Dalton had shown a very scary side to him earlier today. Dalton had mellowed out in a matter of minutes, though. It’s like he had caught himself, and by the end of their time in the closet, Dalton was almost completely back to his previous self. Sam didn’t know how to feel about these rapid changes in personality, or what to think of Dalton in general.
           
Sam also was uncomfortable with himself. Some part of him had enjoyed the way Dalton had held so much power over him. Sam felt sick to his stomach thinking of how he had gotten off to the way Dalton was abusing him. Sam felt ashamed and embarrassed. All Sam really knew was that he didn’t want that type of relationship.
           
Sam leaned back against the now locked door and slowly slid down to the ground. He landed with a splash in the cooling pool of jizz that still covered the floor. Sam absent-mindedly flipped his phone on and off as he the thought over the events of the past day. Eventually, Sam wiped the excess spooge off of the screen with a relatively clear part of his arm, and was surprised to see that some of the cracks that had formed in his screen over the past year seemed to wipe off with it. If Sam’s mind had been in a better state, he may have given this more than a cursory notice, but as it was, he was far too preoccupied with other things to give more than a bemused. “…huh.”
           
Tyler hurried off to the locker room as quick as he could, but it was slow going with his newly enhanced girth. Tyler silently cussed himself out for forgetting to grab the dolly from the supply closet like he had originally intended, but he didn’t dare go back there until he was ready for Sam. He didn’t want to give Sam any false hope about them already being ready to go. Tyler was better off carrying his own weight for now, and then grabbing the set of wheels when he was ready to help Sam.
           
Tyler turned the corner into the locker room and was greeted by a solid wall of flesh. There’s only one thing that this massive, spongy barrier of skin could be. Well, two things actually, but seeing as Tyler had no way of obtaining a pokeflute, he had to hope that this particularly lazy, round roadblock was actually one of Jake’s colossal balls. It would appear that Tyler was a little too late to stop Jake from growing, but at least Jake had picked a relatively safe location to really let himself go. Tyler was pretty sure that there would be no one in the locker room at this time normally, and if there was, Tyler hoped that they would have enough sense to try and escape the expanding mass of cockflesh. That being said, Tyler knew that he had seen his boyfriend’s giant balls slowly swelling their way in his direction he would have hopped right on and enjoyed the ride. Tyler made a note to do just that once they were safely out in a place that was big enough to handle them.
           
Sam’s phone chirped. He was startled by it, because he had not expected a response from Tyler so soon. He turned the phone on again and read the message. “Hey. I’m going to need the dolly and the bucket. Could you get those ready for me?” Sam had no idea what was going on, but it gave him something to do. He really needed a little diversion. Being left alone with his thoughts was really not doing him any good right now.
           
Sam found the bucket easy enough, but he wasn’t sure what dolly Tyler was talking about. He knew that Tyler obviously wasn’t referring to some sort of toy doll, but all the dollies that Sam had dealt with when helping his dad had been the upright kind. The sort that had two rear wheel and long upright handles with a little shelf for loading furniture and heavy equipment onto. There was nothing in this room matching that description.
           
Then Sam saw what he was looking for. Hanging up on the far wall was a two foot by three foot rectangular wooden ring. It looked kind of like a picture frame on wheels. Now that he saw it, he knew exactly what it was and how Tyler knew it was in here. Earlier in the school year Tyler had gotten sent to detention for causing a disturbance at school. This was a not altogether uncommon occurrence, but Sam remembered this particular scene very well. It was actually he first time he had seen Tyler, and was when he had developed his crush.
           
Sam had been trying to find his way around the school. He was still new there, and didn’t know much of where anything was. He was standing in the middle of the hallway trying to make heads or tails of the rudimentary map that he had been given at orientation for the first day of school. He was too focused on the map to hear the loud rattling noise careening towards him or to notice the crowd of people in hallway parting like a bad 90s haircut. He had vaguely become aware of the sound of someone laughing. It was such a warm and friendly laughter that Sam had immediately felt at peace with whoever it was coming from.
           
Sam didn’t have to wait long to find out the owner of the voice. In a matter of seconds he could hear the voice shouting. “Hey guys! I’m going to leap Springfield Gorge! … OH shit! Hey! LOOK OUT!” Sam looked up from his map to see Tyler, riding the dolly like a skateboard straight down the middle of the hallway; careening right towards Sam.
           
In one swift motion, Tyler had hopped off of his makeshift skateboard, scooped up the dolly, and skid to a halt but a few inches from Sam. Sam’s was now face to face with the most handsome guy he had ever seen. Tyler’s sparkling green eyes seemed to glow with a friendly light.
           
Sam couldn’t even speak. He didn’t want to risk outing himself so soon, but he could feel is face getting warm. He knew he was already blushing. Sam wanted to turn away and hide his face, but he couldn’t pull his gaze away from those beautiful eyes. Tyler’s friendly grin helped Sam relax quite a bit.
           
“So you’re new here, huh?” Tyler plucked the map right out of Sam’s hands. “Oh. You’ve got Jenkins. He’s a total hardass. You’re not far off, though.”
Right then, the Vice Principal managed to catch up to Tyler. His face was bright red from running; trying to catch up with the maniac who was speeding through the hallways. He placed one hammy hand heavily on Tyler’s shoulder. “Son, we are going to have to have a few words.”

Tyler just nodded nonchalantly as he continued looking over Sam’s map. He gave the vice principal a dismissive wave as he replied. “Oh, sure. Just give me a minute here.” Tyler continued pointing out landmarks on the map. “See. You’re right here. You want to go over the science annex. So go down the hall, hang a left at the gym. Jenkins’ class is the third door on the left.”

Tyler made a few quick notes on the map and handed it back to Sam. Then he turned to the Vice Principal. “I guess we’re going back to your place, then? You could have at least bought me dinner first.” Tyler hoisted the dolly up under his arm and readjusted his backpack. Then with a quick, enthusiastic upward point and an “Allons-y!” he strode off in the direction of the principal’s office, with the flustered VP following behind.

Sam looked at his map and saw that Tyler had jotted down some major landmarks onto it. This made it so much easier for Sam to learn his way around the school. Sam was going to be sure to thank him later.

Throughout the course of the rest of the day Sam had learned the name of the handsome dude who had helped him that morning. It wasn’t too hard. Tyler’s stunt was the talk of the entire school. Sam quickly learned that Tyler was given detention after school that day for his escapades. This seemed very lax to Sam, but apparently Tyler was the school’s star athlete, and they didn’t want to risk him getting blocked from participating in sports.

Sam had also found out that Tyler was the captain of the soccer team; a surprising accomplishment for a junior. He also found out that the soccer team had open enrollment after class that day. Sam had plenty of time to kill after class that day anyway, and he really wanted a chance to meet Tyler again.

Sam waited outside of the detention hall after school for Tyler to finish his sentence. When Tyler finally got out, Sam walked over to him and forced himself to speak. “I wanted to thank you for helping me earlier… and I’m sorry that you got caught.”

Tyler just laughed, which confused Sam a bit at first. “Don’t worry about that, man. I was going to get caught anyway. Glad I could help out.”

Sam struggled with his words a bit more, and finally managed to speak again. “I also… I would like to join the soccer team.”

Tyler just nodded. “Ok. See you at practice tomorrow.”

Sam was taken aback. “Wait, what?  Just like that? Don’t I need to try out or anything?”

Tyler rolled his eyes back as he thought. “No, not really. Anyone who wants to can get on the team. We’ll keep on eye on how you play during practice and decide who gets to be on the main line, though. So, if you want to actually play, you better bring you’re A-game to practice.”

Sam perked up at this. Tyler was going to be watching him as he practiced? You can guarantee Sam was going to give it 110%. “Yes, sir!”

Tyler laughed his good natured laugh again. “No need to be so formal. Name’s Tyler by the way.” He held out his hand to Sam.

Sam eagerly shook Tyler’s hand. “I’m Sam. Well, Samwise, but just call me Sam.”

Tyler cocked his head to the side a bit and gave Sam a sly smirk. “You’re a little tall for a hobbit aren’t you?”
Sam was unexpectedly pleased to hear that Tyler knew about hobbits, and that he seemed to appreciate the reference. Sam was planning on making some sort of comment in reply, but he mind was still sort of fumbling along with a mixture of young love goofiness and good old fashioned social awkwardness. Before Sam could formulate any sort of response he heard someone else chime in. “And you’re a little short for a storm trooper. Seriously, bro, you think I have time to sit around and wait for your ass to get out of detention?”

“No one says you have to wait for me. I can get home just fine.” Tyler waved Jake off dismissively.

“As if! Do you know how much shit I would get from your mom if I ditched you? Oh, and who’s the kid?”

“Oh. He’s just some freshman who wants on the team.” Sam’s heart sunk a bit as he heard himself referred to in such a disinterested way. He was just another freshman to this guy, wasn’t he? 

Tyler turned back to Sam and gestured towards Jake. “And this is my douchebag next-door neighbor.” Tyler then gestured back and forth between Sam and Jake as he did introductions. “Fish. Tool. Tool. Fish. Great. We’re all friends now.”  

Jake had known Tyler long enough to know that he was just joking around and being an ass so he didn’t take any offence at being called a tool, but he wasn’t going to let it slide so easy. Jake mustered up his best mock defiance and retaliated. “Oh, I’ll show your smart ass a tool when we get home.” Jake immediately realized that what he said could be perceived as being sexual and turned bright red. Jake turned and stomped off to his jeep before anyone would have time to read too much into what he had just said. “I’m going home. If you aren’t at the car in five minutes I’m leaving without you.”

Tyler waved goodbye to Jake with a mix of genuine friendship and good natured snark and then turned back to Sam. “Don’t mind him. He’s always like that. I swear. He’s a great guy if you actually get to know him. He just doesn’t make it easy. Anyway, I really should get going. See you at practice!”

Tyler hurried off after Jake, leaving Sam to think over what had just happened. Sam was a little disheartened, but he wasn’t ready to admit defeat yet. He had decided to join the soccer team and become so good that Tyler had to notice him. Maybe, if he played his cards right he could get close to his new crush while he was at it. Sam followed through on his plan, and quickly became one of the top players on the team, but it was many months before he could actually work up the courage to talk to Tyler about anything other than the basic soccer team topics.

The chirp from Sam’s phone brought him back to the present. “Yo. I’m at the door.” Sam unlocked the door, and Tyler entered almost instantly. “Got the stuff?”

Sam nodded and handed Tyler the bucket and then pulled the dolly off the wall. Sam couldn’t help but smile in spite of all the stress he was under. This little contraption was partly to blame for having brought him and Tyler together. Sam supposed he would have seen Tyler around the school anyway over the course of the next few months, but if they had met later Sam might not have been able to join the team and get close to Tyler. A strange chance encounter on his first day at school had led him up to this moment, and for better or for worse, Sam wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Tyler took the bucket, but didn’t accept the dolly. “Just put it down.” Tyler then grabbed onto the fabric lining of his monolithic bulge. “Just slide it under. Ready? Three… Two… One… Go!” Tyler pulled up on his briefs and hoisted his gargantuan package off the ground high enough that Sam could slip the wheeled platform under it.

Tyler let go of his ginormous junk and let it rest atop the dolly. The wooden contraption under him gave a groan of protest, but held the weight well enough. “Whew. That makes my life so much easier. Glad this school only has one level.” Tyler gave Sam a reassuring grin. “You sure you are ok here by yourself?”

Sam just nodded in reply. Tyler looked him over for a minute before speaking. “Ok, but if you need anything, just message me. I’ll be here as soon as I can. Oh and keep the door locked like last time.” Tyler gave Sam a cheesy thumbs up as he backed out of the closet; the wheels rattling and squeaking under him as he went. Sam locked the door as soon as Tyler was gone, and went back into his moral and emotional dilemmas.

Tyler stopped by the restroom on his way to the gym. He was actually glad that the tap water here somehow managed to remain at negative fifty degrees no matter how many hundreds of degrees it was outside. Seriously, it could be 114 degrees outside, but if you tried to wash your hands in the bathroom without letting it heat up first you’d get frostbite instantly. You fingers would crack off, as they crystallized like T-1000 in nitrogen.

With his bucket filled, Tyler scooted off to the lockers to shrink down his enlarged lover. Once, Tyler reached the locker room, he haphazardly splashed the fleshy wall in front of him, causing the spongy barricade to recede enough that he could enter. The whole scenario gave him a strange Jabu Jabu vibe, but he shook the though out of his head. He was just opening a door to the lockers. It’s not like he was crawling around inside of Jake’s monstrous cock. Not yet anyway, but Tyler was always down to try new things.

The splash of cold water was but a drop in the bucket compared to Jake’s titanic dick. It caused his colossal endowment to recede just enough for Tyler to slip in, but that was all he really needed. Once he was into the shower area he could crank all the faucets to full blast and really get the party started.

Tyler was in awe of what he saw when he entered the locker area. Jake’s cock was beyond huge. It was packed in to the large, open changing room so tightly that the lockers had all been uprooted and smashed against the walls. Jake himself could not be seen, but it was pretty obvious where he was. Tyler just hoped that he hadn’t been too uncomfortable being pinned to the roof by his own monumental shaft before Tyler had shown up. Even in its slightly reduced state it was still a pretty tight fit. Tyler had to inch along the side of the wall to get over to where all the showers were.

Many of the shower partitions had been bent or altogether torn off their hinges by the onslaught of cock that had just crashed against them like the juggernaut, bitch. Tyler didn’t have to try very hard to redirect the showerheads to spray onto Jake’s enormous wang. The thing was so huge, he doubted even a Bond henchman could miss it.

Tyler went from stall to stall turning the water on at full blast, and setting the stream to the coldest setting possible. By the time he had gotten to the third stall, Jake was already back down to what could be considered normal for him. Tyler quickly reversed his course and shut down all the showers.

Tyler ran over to Jake as quickly as he could. Now that the giant mound of dick was out of the way, Tyler could tell that the room was flooded with cum. Jake must have come in here in an effort to get off. It’s very fortunate that he had done so, It’s hard to say what would have happened if Jake had been in an area that was cramped or crowded when he began losing control of his growth.

Tyler quickly got over to where Jake was. Well, the main body anyway. If you were to consider Jake’s mondo-cock in calculating his location, then Tyler would never have been more than five feet from Jake at any given time. “Hey. Are you ok?” Tyler gave Jake a gentle shove on the shoulder in an attempt to rouse him.

Jake just let out a low groan of pain. Tyler could see that his back had a lot of deep red marks on it from being pressed up so hard against the faux stucco ceiling for so long, but other than that he seemed fine. It probably hurt like a bitch, though. “Can you move? We need to get out of here.”

Again Jake just groaned in response; this was less a groan of pain and more a groan of some guy who did not want to get out of bed yet; so in other words, typical Jake. Tyler shoved

Jake harder. “Come on. Sam needs our help.”

Jake looked up from his own massive, cushiony balls that he had been so comfortably nestled in. “What? What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure, but he’s in a bad state. We need to get him out of here. Come on. Let’s get you dressed.” Tyler slogged through the cum flooded lockers and started collecting Jake’s loose articles of clothing. Fortunately, Jake’s undies had landed on top of a locker and had avoided the flood. There was a little splotch on the front, but they should be serviceable. The rest of his clothes were cumpletely soaked, though.

By this time Jake was up and mobile, but his junk was getting covered in jizz as he sloshed through the muck. It was going to be difficult getting him ready to be seen in public. Thinking quickly Tyler picked up one of the uprooted benches and carried it over to one of the stalls. After using the force of the water spraying from the shower head to blast away all of the spooge on the floor of the stall, he plopped the bench down sideways to form a bit of a storm wall to keep more from seeping back in.

Jake stepped over the makeshift barrier in front of the shower stall, and stood under the stream. Tyler helped him by scrubbing all the excess spunk from his shaft and balls; getting completely soaked in the process. It felt so amazing. Jake could feel his shaft beginning to engorge again as his little lover worked his dick over with the rags. Jake struggled to keep his sanity. He really couldn’t afford to flood the room yet again, and they were racing against the clock. Jake was really worried about his new friend, and it was his worry for Sam that helped him keep his raging libido in check.

Tyler finished scrubbing down Jake in silence. His mind was racing with all the things he needed to do to get them all out of the school. He could piece together a decent outfit for Jake, but he had nothing for Sam. Once Jake was sufficiently clean, he grabbed some clean towels from the little cabinet in the corner and helped Jake dry off.

Jake knew his clothes were in no shape to be worn; especially not in public. “Maybe I should just wait here? You can come get me on you way out.” Jake wasn’t too keen on streaking through school; especially given how hard it would be to cover himself in case of an emergency. He realized it was a little silly to be so self conscious at this stage, especially seeing as anyone who saw him fully clothed would get an eyeful of his gigantic equipment. Somehow, that thin layer of fabric encasing his junk gave him the self confidence he needed to stroll around with everything on display. Oh, and streaking is technically illegal. So there’s that, too.

Tyler just threw Jake’s relatively clean underoos to him. “No can do. We’re getting Sam together.” Tyler grabbed another clean towel and rolled Jake’s saturated clothing into it for safe transport and then set the bundle on a clean spot atop one of the overturned lockers. He then pulled off his plaid, flannel overshirt and passed it to Jake. “Here. Put this on. It’s not a full outfit, but it’ll at least get you covered.”

Jake nodded and began pulling the shirt on. “What about pants?”

Tyler shrugged. He didn’t have any plans for getting pants for Jake. “Honestly, I don’t think anyone will be looking at your legs.”

Once Jake was dressed and they had left the locker room, Tyler pulled out another clean towel he had brought with him and wiped the jizz off his feet. He then passed the towel to Jake who did the same. “Ok. So here’s the plan. We go to the nurse’s office. Grab some sheets, and then go get Sam.”

Tyler and Jake tried to sneak through the hallways, but it was no good. Even if their huge bulges didn’t give away their position from a mile away, the loud squeaking from the now cum covered wheels of Tyler’s ball cart sure did. Jake tapped Tyler on the shoulder and asked in a loud whisper. “Dude. What’s that noise?”

“Oh.” Tyler thrusts his hips back and forth; causing the wheels to squeak with each movement. “I got some wheels put on. I kind of needed a little help getting around.”

“What?” Jake craned his head off to the side; getting a good look at Tyler’s newly enhanced junk for the first time. “You got bigger than me, you ass!”

Tyler turned back to look at Jake as best he could and playfully patted him on the cheek. “You know you like it, babe.” Tyler said with a coy grin, but his face quickly turned serious. “We really gotta hurry. I don’t know how long I can hold my growth in.”

Tyler wheeled himself off to the nurse’s office with a renewed burst of speed, and Jake hobbled along behind him. When they reached the office, Tyler immediately started grabbing sheets from the closet and passed one to Jake. “Here. You can wear this as a skirt if you are still feeling self conscious.”

Jake did just that, but it somehow only made him feel even sillier. Oh well, According to Tyler, once they got Sam they were headed back to his place. Jake would feel much more comfortable in the safety of Tyler’s house. Once there they could make preparations for the showdown with Jake’s parents. Jake felt a chill run down his spine as he thought of it. He really had no idea how his parents would handle it. They were nice enough people. They were just… a little out of touch with the world outside of the church.

Tyler again led the charge over to the storage closet that Sam was hiding in; a bundle of sheets loaded into his arms. Jake followed close behind; carrying a smaller bundle of his clothes wrapped in a now soggy towel.

Jake was a little confused when Tyler stopped right outside of the small janitor’s closet and whipped out his phone. Tyler input a message and sent it. In a matter of seconds the door unlatched from the other side and swung open.
           
Jake was shocked to see Sam when he entered the closet. Sam had always been pale, but now he was white as a ghost. Now Jake could see why Tyler was so dead set on getting him out of the school. Sam really looked like he needed some time in the company of friends.

“Feeling any better?” Tyler shifted the mass of sheets to one arm so he could lay a hand reassuringly on one shoulder. Sam nodded, but still didn’t speak. Tyler gave his best reassuring smile in response. “Great. Here, we’ve got some sheets. We should be able to make a decent enough outfit out of these. Well, good enough to get you home anyway.”

With Jake’s help, Tyler was able to use the first sheet to form a makeshift sling for Sam’s nuts, and then used the other sheet to wrap Sam up. Sam clutched his massive shaft close to his chest as he was wrapped up like a mummy. By the time he was done, he looked like a strange hybrid of Quasimodo and E.T. The sheet covered him well enough, and even made a nice little hood to hide his cum soaked hair, but the way Sam was hoisting his massive shaft over one shoulder made him look like he was hunch backed.

Despite the oddity of his outfit, Sam actually looked the most normal of the bunch. His wrapping managed to hide his equipment very well, and so he was the only one of the trio who did not have their massive package jutting obscenely out in front of them.

They had managed to get out of the school easily enough. Anytime any of the roving hall monitors seemed to be about to cut them off, Tyler flashed a nurse pass that he had had the foresight to swipe while they were raiding the office. If any of the monitors had wanted to, they could have seen that the pass had nothing written on it and stopped them, but at this close to the end of the school year even the pseudo-militaristic disciplinary committee had stopped taking school seriously.

Once in the parking lot, it was a quick jaunt to Jake’s Jeep and they were on their way to Tyler’s place. They had to change their seating arrangements a bit, though. Tyler had now far outgrown the passenger seat, and had to sit sideways in the back; one seat for him, and the other two for his behemoth dong.

While Jake drove, Tyler whipped out his phone and began dialing. Tyler breathed a sigh of relief as a familiar voice answered after the third ring. “Yo, Uncle Mark! Look, we’re headed home, but I’m going to need you to hook us up with a distraction. Yeah. Five minutes. Great.”
