Yes

Brooklyn chose anal.

Thank you, Brooklyn. Your time with this app has ended. The app disappeared.

"What the fuck does 'addicted to anal' mean?" she asked herself. She went to the bathroom. She could hear Devin in a stall. She was throwing up. Her pigtail was on one of the sinks. Brooklyn felt ashamed, but she would never confess what she did.

Devin came out and looked at Brooklyn. She washed her face with cold water then drank water straigh from the faucet. "God, I'm so hungover." She saw her pigtail in the sink next to her. "What the fuck was I thinking?"

"Don't know," said Brooklyn. "Go back to the room. I'll go to the kitchen and get you some Gatorade."

Brooklyn did not know it yet, but until she graduated, she'd crave anal sex every 72 hours, and the craving would be like nothing she ever experienced.

Meanwhile Brooklyn's mother was putting lotion on her face that morning as her husband got ready for work. "Take it easy on your friends. We're having a dinner party this weekend, and we don't want any drama," he said.

Wendy laughed.

"Should I let them win?" she asked.

"Use your best judgement. See you tonight, babe."

"Later, honey."

Wendy had a tennis match at the country club in an hour with three of her closest friends. She was getting ready when her phone dinged. She picked it up and saw a new app: Would You Rather. A question popped up.

Would you rather have something humiliating happen to you during your tennis match or after?

"How did you know I have a tennis match?" she asked aloud.

She chose _after _and shrugged. She put on her tennis outfit, finished her hair and makeup, packed a change of clothes and headed for the garage. She did not notice the clean panties she packed had fallen out of the bag.