Drew was working on an outdoor adventure story for the magazine, and he invited Cassie to meet him at Blakey Stadium, where a camping exhibition was winding down.

“You look, wow!” Drew exclaimed when they met up.

“You like my camping outfit?” Cassie asked.

“Uh, camping?” Drew questioned.

“Sure,” Cassie said. “Like this belt, easily removed in case I have to strap something.

And these boots. Perfect if I have to step on some snakes.”

“Well, yeah, maybe,” Drew allowed. “But that blouse is, um...”

“It is, isn’t it?” Cassie agreed. “The mesh is certain to give even the naughtiest mosquito second thoughts before biting me.”

“I might be having some of those biting thoughts myself,” Drew said.

“The mesh also provides plenty of ventilation. In case I get all hot and bothered.”

“I might be getting all hot and—”

“But,” Cassie interrupted, “if things get too warm, I just flick open the buttons and flick, flick, flick. Voila!”

“Flick,” Drew managed to mouth.

“The pants’ buttons unsnap easily too,” Cassie explained. “For below the belt ventilation. Whether or not there’s an actual belt.”

“Actual belt,” Drew repeated.

“Yes, and as you can see, no panties.”

Drew’s mouth opened but no words came out.

“In case I have to go, you know? Panties can be such a nuisance, don’t you agree?”

Drew nodded.

Cassie pulled up the tiny skirt. “Actually more efficacious this way,” she said. “For when we need to test the strength and size and stamina of the pole. For when we need to make sure it’s buried

d-d-d-deep e-nu-uh-uh-uh-uf.”