Chapter Twenty Three
After dinner, Andrea returned to the dormitory to find the other women in the dressing room. “Oh, good,” Marjorie said. “We were wondering where you were.”
“Here,” said Connie, holding out a small bundle of red fabric. “Put these on and then put your jumpsuit back on.”
Andrea saw she held the two parts of a red bikini. “What's going on?”
“It's sports time!” Pamela said, with the exaggerated enthusiasm of a television announcer.
Andrea stepped into the bottom, which was only a G-string. “What kind of sport?”
“Wrestling!”
Andrea arranged her breasts into the bra cups, which were too small.
“Mud wrestling!” Christine said, stepping behind Andrea to tie the strings of her top.
“Ladies' mud wrestling!” Irma added redundantly.
“Oh, God. Is this really necessary?”
