Game day!

A football field, with cameras everywhere and a pair of gigantic TV screens to show all the action. It was perhaps a little odd that an obscure small town in the middle of nowhere was so well equipped, but there's a lot of money in high school sports these days.

"Hey," said Anne-Marie to Monique, as the two pretty cheerleaders walked out onto the field. "Where's Hank? Isn't he supposed to be in this game?"

"No, the coach gave him the day off. He's too good at football, it's unfair to everyone else."

"Sure, that makes sense." The cheerleaders took up their position on the football field. Two huge rows of bleachers had been set up on either side. Anne glanced up at the Pinkwhistle bleachers, which were rapidly filling up.

"Excellent," she said. "It looks like we're all getting ready."

"It's going to be a hell of a game," said Mayor Peggy Jackson, a blonde with a knockout figure who was as sexy as she was politically astute. She was talking to Sheriff Nina Reyes, a tough curvy Latina. "We'd better kick Greenvalley's ass."

"We'd better," agreed Nina. "Those bitches have it coming. And our team's great this year. Have you seen that Hank kid?"

"He's almost too good. It's unfair." Peggy smoothed down the fabric of the modest, full-body, bright pink jumpsuits they were both wearing. "What about this show they're having us put on?"

"I think it's a great idea," said Nina, scrutinizing a direction card she held in her hand. "Okay, we're standing here, dead centre. You remember what to do?"

"Sure. Open these flaps here so everyone can see the letter written on your stomach. It's going to spell out PINKWHISTLE RULES, GREENVALLEY SUCKS."

"And you really think it'll intimidate the Greenvalley team?"

"It's sports, Peggy. Nothing rattles your opponent like writing stuff on your body." Nina and Peggy took their place on the second-highest row of the bleachers, standing in line along the rows of aluminum seats. All around them, beside and behind and in front of them, were more women in pink jumpsuits.

"Pity we had to get rid of all the boys."

"Well, they'd look ridiculous in pink jumpsuits. Besides, Greenvalley agreed they could sit on the other side."

Peggy looked across the football field to two large rows of seats, crowded with what looked to be the entire population of Greenvalley. As well as all the Pinkwhistle men, and a surprisingly large amount of people from neither town who just wanted to watch a well-played football game. "That was nice of them," she said.

"I think they're going to prank the boys," said Nina, grinning nastily. "Maybe put glue on the seats, so when they stand up their pants come off."

"Really?" said Peggy. She could see Doc Topper, her nemesis, sitting in the bleachers. He smiled, and waved at her. There seemed to be an awful lot of cameras around. "That sounds hilarious."

"Yeah. I don't know what the boys were thinking, trusting Greenvalley. I suspect someone's going to be really embarrassed before the day is over."

"Hah! Awesome." Peggy smiled back at Doc Topper, thinking about how funny it was going to be to see him run across the field with no pants on. There were around five thousand women in the town of Pinkwhistle (all of them, strangely, extremely hot) so it was unfortunately impossible for literally every single one of them to be present on the bleachers today.

But the town planning committee had worked hard to get a good turnout. Every single woman of any importance had turned up to don a pink jumpsuit. Kitty Davis from the library, Petra Wong from the newspaper, Lacey Hotchkiss from the antiques store and Sandra McCoy, the six-foot-one Amazon who worked down at the auto shop.

Plus the entire female population of Pinkwhistle High, of course, and all the teachers. All in all, there must have been around five hundred women, arranged along the ten rows of seats. The smartest and toughest five hundred women, thought Peggy with a smile, that she'd ever had the pleasure of meeting. Yes, the soul of Pinkwhistle was right here on these bleachers.

But the game was about to begin!

She watched as the last few Greenvalley people settle into their seats, noting that every single one of them was clearly visible from the other side of the field. The same had to be true of the Pinkwhistle seats, of course.

Once everyone was ready, the two football teams came out onto the field. They shook hands, wishing each other a good game. Then, both teams wandered over to the Greenvalley side, finding two rows of chairs prepared for them.

Interesting, thought Peggy. Oh, of course! They didn't want to miss the special Pinkwhistle show! Greenvalley didn't have anything as good prepared. Their loss.