Several convention goers

Several men stumble through the motel room door, one falling, the next tripping over him, until all are in a heap on the floor in front of Stacie and her volleyball coach.

"Oh my!" Stacie exclaims, one little hand going to her open mouth.

The soft, feminine voice catches the attention of the last of the four through the door as he most quickly gets to his feet and straightens his suit. The rectangle stuck to his lapel introduces him as "Jack" in large black marker.

"I'm terribly sorry for the intrusion!" Jack apologizes, looking first to Coach McGill, still standing in the hot tub, then to Stacie, near the now open door. "I'm afraid my friend Johnnie, on the bottom of the pile, here, gets a little loud and obnoxious when he's had too many! He's been banging on doors all the way down the motel corridor!" He still stares at Stacie, in her many sizes too small swimsuit, as he makes excuses for his friend.

"Let's go, guys!" urges Jack, pulling at the men tussling with each other on the floor before him.

"I dunno, Jack! I think we should finish the party right here!" Johnnie drawls as he leers at the stacked brunette in the corner.

Stacie feels a shiver come over her as all four men look her way.