Sprite followed, bounding down cement stairs, leaping onto the stage.

“This is inappropriate, miss,” the greasy announcer said, stepping into her path. Sprite adjusted, not slowing down but shoving him to one side and leaping off the stage. Unfortunately, with the auctioneer in her way, Sprite did not see Jazelle the model behind him, latest item for bid held high over her head.

Spite tackled the disproportionately curvaceous woman, and the two tumbled to the ground.

In the fall, physics finally had its way. What had been a tiny, red bikini top barely held on, suddenly became a deadly projectile.