Tim passed Carl coming up the stairs to the waterslide as he was coming down. "Hey, I'll be back in a little bit. I'm just going to head to the bathroom."
"Alright," said Carl. "I'll probably still be here when you get back."
Tim then dashed off to the locker rooms. It was pretty quiet, so he judged that it must be pretty empty. Going along the aisles of locker, Tim peaked around each one which were all empty until he found the swimmer who was alone at a locker on the opposite side of the room. He hid behind the lockers not wanting to be seen. The towel the obese swimmer was previously drying off with was still wrapped around his thick waist, but the oversized Speedo laid on a bench nearby dripping water onto the floor. Tim saw that the swimmer was chugging from a shaker bottle. Its contents were a light brownish creamy substance that he guess might have been a kind of protein shake. The swimmer drank with wanton abandon. In a manner of seconds, the liquid was in his blubbery belly. He gave a low, rumbling belch and placed the empty bottle into his locker.
Closing the door, the swimmer placed the lock through the metal slats. However, Tim noticed that he didn't bother to actually lock it. And why borther? Theft was something happened at this pool. The swimmer then shuffled away, seemingly in the direction of the saunas.
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