Wait for the right moment

The day finally came. There was no way you, the team, and a handful of her oglers weren’t getting a show out of her. You were coming up on the last couple games you’d attend before the season was over and it was off to championships. The whole team had organized a get together of sorts, like a pre-party, at the pool. And this Saturday, Red Rebecca was showing off her wondrous string bikini. How you’d get her out of it, you had yet to find out, but it wasn’t like the options were very limited.

For instance, the hot tub jets here were notorious for their faultily over-suctioned jets. If she wasn’t going in there, you had but pull her strings and watch chaos ensue. But the main attraction for your plan involved something much more elaborate, if you judged you could manage it. Something where blame would either be impossible to lay on any one person or so obvious that Madison would probably commend you and leave Rebecca naked in the open. Either way, you were making sure she had no secrets under her clothes when she walked into school come Monday.