Bonnie gets the blue ball

It took Bonnie quite some time to find the third clown. She had to jog all around the carnival, peeking in booths and ducking around tents, dodging crowds and slipping by her fellow students. All with no pants on! Wearing just her gingham shirt, naked below the waist, round bottom and ginger bush on display for everyone's entertainment.

She felt extremely silly. Like a cartoon character. It was a nightmare come to life, having to run without her pants through a crowded carnival. But of course, that's exactly what the clowns wanted. They wanted to make poor bare-bottomed Bonnie feel ridiculous and small and stupid, and that's just what they did.

Finally, she found the third clown. He was standing in front of a sideshow booth. As Bonnie watched, he picked up a custard pie, took aim and sent it flying.

The custard pie sailed majestically through the air, to land with a wet slap in the face of Mayor Peggy Jackson. Peggy, a blonde curvy bombshell who everyone agreed was just about the best damn mayor the town of Pinkwhistle had ever had, cursed and sputtered as the cream spattered her blonde hair and slid down her face. Globs of sticky custard trickled down the slopes of her breasts.

She would have liked to wipe her face clean. But she was tied up, naked, spread-eagled, hanging from a frame, in front of dozens of paying customers. All of them hooting and hollering, queueing up six deep for the opportunity to pelt their very naked and very sexy mayor with custard pies.

The clown took aim again, and a second pie hit Peggy on the left breast. Bonnie tapped him on the shoulder before he could throw a third.

"Excuse me," she said. "Can I have the blue rubber ball, please?"

The clown hesitated, then gave her a broad grin and raised the custard pie. Bonnie scowled, and braced herself, knowing what was coming. All the crowd, including half a dozen football players from Pinkwhistle High School, hollered in approval as he smacked her in the face with it.