Brian glanced around the room, making sure everyone was participating. His eyes fell on Beth. He smiled to himself, knowing that Coach Bolton had given him the power to make Beth work harder after all. But he would have to be careful, make sure that it wasn't obvious to anyone that he was singling her out, or he would get in trouble.<br/><br/>Then he noticed her neckline. He could see straight down her shirt, and was sure he saw the outline of a nipple. His mouth dropped open a little as he stared. When Beth straightened back up, tossing her brunette ponytail, it was like slow motion. He was amazed at how attractive she was, and was surprised he hadn't noticed it more earlier. He cleared his throat, realizing he was staring, and followed the teams out to the pool.<br/><br/>The smell of chlorine smacked him in the face when he stepped through the swinging door. The sound changed, too, everything sounded more hollow and with a lot more reverberation. The clear, blue water cast patterns of light over the tiled floor at its depths, and on the surface the black and white lane dividers bobbed slightly. Brian stripped off his clothes and tossed them onto a bench against the wall, along with everyone else, leaving him in his red speedo. He pulled on a red swimming cap, tucking his black hair underneath it, and put his goggles on but left them perched on his forehead.<br/><br/>"Alright, women's team first, on the blocks," he said, pointing to the metal platforms at the head of each lane.