Sarah (the tall one)

Sarah was the tallest of the sisters, and with her long stride was easily the best runner. She had won several track awards in college and ran regularly to (very effectively) keep in shape.

A short frat boy with a green marker lined eye behind her and very obviously stared at her ass while she stretched. Seriously, he must have been 6 inches shorter than her. He was drinking a very cheap beer. "Hey babe, you can call me Tamer. Short for Bitch Tamer. I'll be the one taking you down shortly." He took another swig from his beer. "I like the tall ones." He added, helpfully.

She new she would regret asking. "And why do you like tall girls?"

"Greater sense of conquest. You'll see."

She had been right, she did regret asking. There was some truth to it, though; she had never dated a guy shorter than her. Let alone THAT much shorter than her. She began to relax. There really was no chance that a guy that small could catch her.

"Really, Bitch Tamer?" said Felicia. "At least you aren't overcompensating or anything."

"Get it, Sarah? Because he wants to tame you with his penis. Then you'll be his bitch." said Lisa. The sisters laughed.

"Sorry Mighty Mouse, the only bitch you'll tame today will be your hand" said Sarah over her shoulder as she got into starting position.

Tamer just smiled non-chalantly at her as he took another sip of his beer, still keeping his eyes firmly on her ass.