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        The frisbee whizzes past you, almost clipping your ear.

        You spin in the direction it came from to find your friends Jim and Kathy standing at the other two points of a triangle.

          "Good job, loser," Kathy sneers.

          You sigh and start to make your way across the quads, craning your neck to spot Inez.  You don't see her, but you do find the frisbee, in the hands of a coed in a jiggling string bikini.  Despite your dating history, you don't tend to fall for pure animal lust, but this woman – and her three friends that come up to join her – definitely trip some triggers in you.

          "Can we play?" the one with the frisbee asks.

          And how can you say no?

          The world fades around you.

Try again.

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