"And the cheerleaders won't even TRY to help me!" Lara whined. "Said that it 'raises team spirit!' You'd think being **** to dance around in short skirts and tight tops would at least make them sympathetic!"
Eric rolled his eyes as he listened to the phone call. Lara had always been a prude, but her insistence on uncovering the identity of the streaker was bordering on obsession. The only other people on campus that cared about this were the so-called "Decency Brigade," but they were also going on crusades about removing books from the library and not drinking on campus.
"Wow, so sorry to hear no one will answer your questions," Eric said sarcastically.
"I know!" Lara shrieked. "It's like everyone wants this slutty bimbo to make a mockery of the school! The only people who got close are a few Decency Brigade guys, and they won't talk! It's like they're scared of something!"
"Like getting publicly stripped by the streaker?" Eric guessed. "That's rough. What's the new plan?"
"I...I don't know yet," Lara said. "I need to think. I'll call you later and we'll figure something out."
"Feel free to let me study," Eric said before hanging up.
He put his phone on silent as he wandered along the campus grounds. Lara was really starting to bother him with this stuff. Sure, The Streaker was a little over-the-top in being expressive, but it wasn't like she was hurting anybody. The way Lara went on, you'd think they were investigating a murderer. Eric never thought he'd miss sitting through his boring math class without getting constant updates from Lara about some random naked chick.
Suddenly, somebody grabbed him from behind, placing a hand over his mouth. They dragged him between two of the campus' visual arts buildings, placing them in a small alley away from prying eyes. Eric was about to scream, but a soft feminine voice whispered in his ear. "SSH! SSH! It's okay! I'm not going to hurt you! Just relax!"
A hand slowly stroked his hair, somehow calming him down. The woman slowly let go of Eric, allowing him to turn around and face his captor. His jaw nearly hit the ground when he came face to face with The Streaker herself!
Still wearing her purple Mardi Gras mask, she placed one hand on her hip and used the other to gesture over her body, as if she were presenting her naked form to Eric for his pleasure. "Surprise!"
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