ok, so this is silly

i woke up early this morning for some reason, and turned on the tv.  the olympics were on like every channel, so i chose one and kind of half watched, half dozed.  i think it was archery or something, and then it ended, and then they switched to women's soccer (maybe i changed the channel, it was early and i was sleepy :-P).

i watched enough to notice that the team from Cameroon had really bright yellow socks, and then this story kind of popped into my head all at once.  again, it's silly and not super sexy (as in, there's no sex in it), but i had to get it all down.  check the labels to see if you think you'd be interested before clicking through.

Olympic Volunteer

"Are you sure you don't care what job we find for you?" he asked.

"Not really.  I just thought that this is something that doesn't happen very often, so if I could volunteer to help, I'd be glad to do so," replied Sammy.

"Ok then, I'm sure we can find something that you can do around here.  You do realize that the hours are likely to be long and tiring."

"That's ok, it's only for a few weeks."


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Sammy thought back to last night, when she was watching the opening ceremony.  "How long does this go on?" she was wondering.  She was thinking the same thing now.

She was naked, and lying on the bench in a locker room.  Her arms and legs were pulled back and under the bench, and tied together into a tight hogtie.  She wiggled around, and could feel the smooth rope slide around her wrists, but could feel no movement that would allow her to slip out of it.  The oddest part of her situation was the box that her head had been placed into.  She could see the ceiling above her, with the terrible florescent lights shining down on her.  

"Hello?  Could someone please let me know what exactly I'm helping with here?" asked Sammy out loud, not really expecting a response.

She'd been there for about an hour when she started to hear voices approaching.  "Hello?"  The voices grew louder, and Sammy realized they weren't speaking English.  "French maybe?" she thought to herself.

Suddenly something flew into the box with her head, landing on her forehead.  "Yellow?" she said outloud.  Another fell into the box, and her nose quickly told her they were dirty socks.  Soon her head was covered in dozens of them, followed by the rest of the team's uniforms.

"The worst part is," Sammy thought to herself, "is that that drip is going to make my ass cold."