Mild

Maddie tensed up. She’d never tried this before, yet here she was. She stood in the middle of her apartment wearing yoga pants and a loose shirt. In front of her was a bicycle pump. She brought the nozzle to her mouth and fastened her lips to it. Maddie had been browsing online and stumbled onto a strange site. It talked about inflating yourself and how to do it. At first she just brushed it off and ingnored it. But now, was she really going to try this?

Tiffany swims at the local pool everyday, not because she likes swimming, but because she has a huge crush on David, the hunk lifeguard. Tiffany tries to get Davids attention everyday, wearing skimpier and skimpier outfits, but David has been quite oblivious to her advances.

One day, she decides to try something drastic to really get his attention. Wearing her thong bikini, while in the middle of the pool, she started to flail around, pretending to be drowning. David noticed immediately, blew his whistle, jumped into the pool, and pulled her onto the poolside deck.

Sally was perky 20-something blonde who worked as the interrogator for the Clarkdale police department. Rather than intimidating her suspects like her more senior and brutish coworkers, Sally prefers a gentler, more pneumatic approach to get her suspects to talk. Today she is interrogating Boris, a high ranking member of the Fire Demons, a powerful gang in the city of Clarkdale. Sally is planning to get Boris to reveal the secret location of their HQ, and she is prepared to go however long it takes for him to talk.

Louis slipped quietly into the small pub as the afternoon sun drew long shadows across the beaten-dirt road. Even by the dim light of the smudged oil lamps, he could see the place was mostly empty. Set back in the shadows, at a table in the far corner, he spied the person he came to meet. He crossed the vacant hardwood floor, trying not to draw attention to himself.