They both entered the natatorium. Coach Whitney noticed and asked, “What took so long...And Jen, why are you back?”
“The nurse gave me some antacid and I’m feeling better now. I asked Suzy to wait for me” Jen answered.
“Yep, just had to wait for it to kick in.” Suzy added.
“Alright, go find a group, we’re just about to start backstroke laps. Jen, you had better not barf in the pool!”
They quickly joined two different groups. Jen was careful to pick the one with Natale in it.
After five laps, Coach Whitney blew her whistle and told them to take a short break. She then went into her office, likely to take a call or make some notes.
Jen knew she’d have a few minutes and found Natale.
She approached her and said, “Hey, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, what’s up?” Natale replied.
“So far so good,” Jen thought, then said, “I’m thinking about dropping down as head of cheer squad.”
“Really? Why?” Natale asked, looking confused.
“Never mind that... I wanted to ask you if you would be willing to take the position?”
“Really?” Natale replied, eyes going wide.
“I mean...Sure...I suppose I can do that if you can’t find anyone else...”
Natale tried to play it off as nothing, but Jen know better. Her chest swelled outward another inch, and her crotch breast shrank a cup size.
Deciding to get out while she was ahead, Jen said, “Thanks Natale!” Then she left to find Suzy...