She followed the strange guy through the gate to Donna’s grandmother’s pool and discovered that friends had arrived earlier and were already in their suits, splashing around in the pool – as were two other guys she didn’t know. She self-consciously pulled her shirt over her head and dropped her pants to the floor, hoping to get into the pool before anyone noticed her or her unflattering, mis-sized bathing suit.

“Oh my god,” Linda yelled in mock-horror, “is that your mom’s swimsuit?”

Before she could respond, the other girls started laughing. She felt the blood rush to her face and quickly jumped into the pool, submerging her body to hide the offending article.

“Okay, everybody out,” Donna said, climbing out of the pool, “it’s game time!”

“But, I just…” she protested weakly.

“Sweetie, I know you were hoping to hide that horrible suit and your flat chest underwater the whole time you were here,” Donna sneered, “but what fun would that be? Now get your ass out of there and let’s get started.”