"My money's on Kitty."

“Get ready, girls!”

Down in the park by Pynchplum Lake, the frat boys are playing with some more of their captives. Lily, Kitty, Cass, Ki and Sabrina stand in a row along the starting line, wearing nothing but helmets and kneepads, their elbows pinned behind their backs and their ankles hobbled by short lengths of rope. A mixed-gender crowd of amused students hangs around to watch the festivities.

Chad, an expert juggler, sleek muscles bulging beneath his letterman jacket, tosses four balls in the air and catches them again. He tips a manly wink at two nearby lady sophomores, who swoon.

“You know the rules, girls,” he says. “Come back with a ball, or you get the paddle.”

“You don’t have to keep explaining them,” grumbles Lily, who’s lost the last two rounds, and whose ass as a consequence is now bright red. Her tits and pussy have been painted lime green, the same color as her helmet and kneepads. Kitty’s in scarlet, Cass in sky blue, Ki in yellow, Sabrina in pink.

“I just like explaining things.” Chad shrugs. “I’m a natural teacher, I guess. Go fetch!”

He flings the balls forward, across the park. One lands in the grass. One lands in the muddy area beside the lake. One lands in the lake itself. The fourth is absent-mindedly caught by a bikini-clad sunbather, who looks up to see five determined nude color-coded women shuffling towards her as fast as they can go.

“My money’s on Kitty,” you say, watching the subsequent free-for-all.

“Don’t sleep on Lily,” says Meg, beside you, munching a churro. “You should see her when there’s a sale on at the mall.”