Sienna watched as a tan girl equipped with an apple bottom received a single smart slapping. She gulped nervously, noticing the line of to-be swatted ladies dwindling rapidly.
“Only a few girls left this round!” Paige commented, giving her friend a mild spank. “Excited for your turn, aren’t ya?”
“Uhh,” Sienna mumbled. Thoughts of her bookish boyfriend back on dry land filtering into her mind. Their special moment right before the voyage (some still within her)... The answer was fast and easy. This wasn’t right. She couldn’t do it. Sienna’s expression mirrored the very sentiment.
“No! Don’t tell me you’re going to pass, Sienna!” Paige gasped. “No one else on this entire ship has passed! It’s only the first round, Jesus!”
“Sorry, Paigey,” Sienna replied. “Thirty-two!” cried the navy seal
