Sarah was positively beaming as she clutched the metal gun in her hand. She didn't know where it came from or, for that matter, even exactly how it worked, but when the trigger rested beneath her finger, the world seemed to make sense. Or, better yet, it truly belonged to her.
"First," she thought, "A little payback."
"Whoa there, missy," was all Coach Higgins was able to get out as he tried to block Sarah from entering the boys' locker room. With a flash, he was smaller than a soda can and could only hold his mouth agape as Sarah's skyscraper legs stretched over him and she moved forward without a second glance.
"Hi Todd," Sarah cooed from one end of a row of lockers. At the other, four of the players were in various states of undress. Todd, who was the team's quarterback, had dated Sarah briefly but, much to her dismay, he quickly moved on.
"I don't think you can be back here," chirped one of the smaller guys, truly turning red as he held a towel in front of his groin.
"Seriously," snorted Todd. "Are you stalking me or something?"
The other guys laughed at that, which only seemed to make Sarah's grin grow wider.
