The girls turn the tables on you

"But who is going to be blindfolded?" Anita asks. She looks over at Melissa, who is keeping her face carefully still. Then she looks at Melanie.

Melanie looks back, glances at Marcia and Melissa, and looks back at you. She puts her hands on her hips and says. "I say we blindfold John!" Her glasses flash as she tilts her head.

Anita laughs. "Yes, John!"

"Wait! Wait!" you splutter.

"It's only fair you show us how it's played," says Marcia. She adjusts her over-tight skirt and looks unusually pleased with herself.

"All right, girls," Melissa says. "Let's go a little easier on him." She looks over at you with a generous smile. "The night is young." She winks, and you shiver. "Let's confer in the kitchen, I think I know a way to do it." She looks back at you. "This will count toward 'Attitude' on your evaluation, John, so don't run off. Oh, and Gordon dear? Blindfold him, so he has a chance to get used to it before we come back." Melissa takes the women off to the kitchen.

"Easy there, now," Gordon says to you. It sounds like he's talking to a horse. "We have a nice, comfortable blindfold right here." In the living room? you wonder. He rummages in a carved wooden chest. "Ah, there we go." He fishes out a black thing like an eye-mask with no eye holes. It has fuzzy black wool on the edges to prevent light getting round the edge, and two long ribbons on each side to tie it. "Martin, will you tie it round while I fit it to his eyes?" You catch a last glimpse of Mark and Dan giving you a "Sorry, mate" look. Gordon raises the blindfold, and the world turns dark. You feel Martin's hands tying the ribbons behind your head. Hands guide you to a chair, and you sit down.

You can hear the faint humming of the ventilation, and the quiet breath of the other men in the room. Faintly, you hear giggles from the kitchen. There's a little elastic "snap!" and more giggles. The kitchen door squeaks open.

Melissa speaks again. "Now John, you have a fairly easy task ahead of you. One you may have practised already, if I'm not mistaken. Let me remind you there are four women here. Myself, Melanie, Marcia, and Anita." You hear furniture scraping on the carpet. "There is a table in front of you with three pairs of women's knickers."

"Three?" you ask.

"Three." she said. "Your task is to use your senses and your power of deduction to match the knickers to the woman."

"What do I get?" you ask.

"What does the girl get in Blow The Boys?" you hear Melanie say.

"Take it like a man," Marcia says.

Melissa adds, "If you get all three right, we've agreed to let you choose one of us for Blow The Boys. Two right, your honor is preserved, and we'll try something else. Unless another one of you gentlemen...?"

"One right?" you ask.

Melanie laughs. "You'll find out. And get them all wrong..."

"Now Melanie," Melissa says. "I have faith in Mr Doe. John, would you like to begin?"

You put your hands on the table, and find, as promised, three pairs of women's underwear.