"Is that enough?"

There’s a burst of laughter from the Paxton U side of the stands. A brief silence from Upknott, then another burst of laughter from their end as they’re **** to acknowledge it’s funny.

Jo blinks in confusion, arms still raised above her head. Looks down.

Lets loose a piercing girly squeal, completely out of character for the tough athlete she’s supposed to be. Throws her hands over the juncture between her legs. Presses her knees together. Eyes wide as she stares in horror at the laughing crowd both before and behind her, seeing her from every direction.

Her shorts have fallen down.

The whole world can see that sporty Jo, heroine of Upknott College basketball, is wearing a stretchy hot pink spandex thong. It cups the mound of her sex, bisects the taut twin domes of her well-toned brown buttocks, bares her long legs all the way to her lips. Wolfwhistles and catcalls ring out from the stands as she stands in the middle of the arena, under the bright lights, frozen and mortified, with no idea what to do next.

The game’s still going. Five minutes left on the clock.

You nudge Meg again. “Is that enough?”