"Oh my God, I want to be that shirt!" Jennifer exclaimed, eliciting giggles from Helen and Madelyn.  "Do you think he'd at least let me have it?"<br/><br/>"Why would you want it?  It's getting sweaty," Madelyn asked.  "Like my brother's when he lifts weight in the basement."<br/><br/>"That's the point," Jennifer said.  "Do you know how good sexy guys smell when they've worked out?  It's not like normal guy funk, it smells good.  I'd so never wash that shirt and sleep with it under my pillow.  Or maybe wear it as a night dress."<br/><br/>"Maybe you should ask him for it?" Helen said, teasing her friend.  "Look into his eyes, maybe give him a little wiggle of your butt.  Guys dig girls in boy shorts, especially when they are on girls and tight like ours."<br/><br/>"No way," Jennifer said and flushed.<br/><br/>"Go on," Madelyn said and pushed Jennifer off the wall.  "Go ask him."<br/><br/>"Cut it out," she said and vaulted back onto the wall like she was mounting the beam.  "Why do you have to be such a bitch?  Can't I just look at a hot guy?"<br/><br/>"Hot guys," Helen said.  "There's a whole group of them."<br/><br/>"Yeah, but he's the hottest," Jennifer said and Madelyn chimed in with a nod.  "The other guys look like boys next to him.  And did you see how many pull-ups he did?"<br/><br/>"He's strong," Helen agreed.  "Especially in his upper body.  Too bad he's not short.  He'd be great on rings or the horse.  But as tall as he is, his moment and center are all messed up."<br/><br/>"Well I'm glad he's not short," Madelyn said.  "I like to feel little when I'm with a guy, not like he's a munchkin like the guys on the team.  What do you think we'd look like next to him?"<br/><br/>"His baby sisters," Helen answered.<br/><br/>"Girl, what I want to do with him his sister better not even think about," Jennifer said and bit her bottom lip.<br/><br/>"Go get a picture with him," Madelyn said.<br/><br/>"No way!"<br/><br/>"You should," Helen concurred.  "Give me your phone and I'll take it."<br/><br/>"Do it!" Madelyn urged.  "Come on.  I'll get one too."  She pulled out her phone and handed it to Helen, then pried Jennifer's out of her not too protesting grip.<br/><br/>Before they could lose their nerve, and traveling in a pack for safety, the three gymnasts walked over to the guys.  They tried to look cool and calm, but being around that much testosterone and muscle had them all giggling uncertainly.<br/><br/>"Hey, James right?" Helen asked, knowing full well it was his name.  "I'm Helen.  We had English together I think.  This is Jennifer and Madelyn.  So, um, we're doing this scavenger hunt," she lied, "and we have to get pictures taken of us with the tallest person we can find.  Can you help us out?"  She held up the two phones.  "It'll just take a second."