Streak the Homecoming Game

"Oh," Tim looked down at the ground, "and what is that?"

"You need to streak the Homecoming Game..." Sarah put her finger on Tim's chin and pointed it up at him, "so we can be the naked king and queen."

Tim's eyes bugged out as Gene's jaw dropped. Tim continued breathing heavily, not knowing whether the juice was worth the squeeze, and whether his lanky naked form could outrun the football team.

"Well?" Sarah insisted after several seconds of Tim's silence.