“Do I really have to?” Mina asked, hesitantly.
“You lost the best.” Her best friend, Wendy said, placing her hands on her hips, defiantly. “You’ve got to pay the price.”
Mina sighed. “Fine.” The 19-year old girl lay back on the table. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top. Nearby, Wendy set down roll after roll of cloth bandages. Taking one, she took the free end and began wrapping it around Mina’s ankles, layering each loop tight over the previous one, to keep it from unraveling. She got halfway up Mina’s calves before the roll ran out. Stretching the free end tight, Wendy secured it in place with a safety pin.
“Good thing I got plenty before we started!” The young woman said, cheerfully, as she grabbed the next roll and removed the packaging. Picking up where she’d left off, she continued unrolling the cloth band, snugly wrapping her friend up. Fifteen minutes, and two rolls later, Wendy