It would be a serene picture. The main building of the college campus and a flag waving gently in the wind.
It would be, except at the base of the flag pole stood Sara Miles naked as the day she was born.
A sea of students had encircled her. Pictures were snapped, snickering was heard, and catcalls abounded
Sara was being initiated into her Sorority. The challenge was directly in front of her. A red ribbon has been tied a few feet up the pole. Her task was to shimmy up the pole, fetch the ribbon and she passed.
Two problems. One, she was naked except for a pair of sneakers. Two, the pole had been greased especially for her.
Sara had four tries. If she failed after the fourth attempt, she had to remain naked for 24 hours. Since it was a Saturday, that meant going to all the social functions naked. Failure to show would mean she would be scored down and possibly refused admission to the Sorority. Failure to remain naked would be an immediate rejection.
Sara took a deep breath and clutched the pole. Cheers and jeers accompanied her attempt, unfortunately, Sara only made it a short distance and came sliding down the pole, landing squarely on her ass.
More pictures. More jeers and more cheers greeted her as picked herself up and readied for another attempt.
Up she went until she hit another slick spot then down she slid. Her second attempt failed.
The third attempt saw Sara gain a little more, but like before she slid back down. One more attempt and the dreaded possibility of being naked for 24 hours was all she could think about.
It was all on the line as Sara took a deep breath and began the climb with determination. it was in reach. Her hand reached out to get the ribbon and her foot hit a slick spot.
Down she came.
Sara sat on the grass watching those in charge of her initiation carry her clothes away. She slowly rose and walked towards her dorm. The damned ribbon was blowing freely in the breeze, the grease would dry, but Sara would be naked.
The End