James was suddenly annoyed. There was one thing that he didn't like, and that was being laughed at. He covered it well, though, and he even smiled at the girl's antics, biting his lip, and smirking," Well, I wouldn't know. Don't really like gymnasts. way too thin for my tastes. Too much girl, and not enough woman," He winked, and laughed out loud. Some of his teammates had seen the ruckus, and laughed along with him. It was true. He took to the Brazilian side of his family in that aspect. He liked women to have at least some body, and not all of it the toned muscle that these one did. Too thin, and not enough softness to handle. Hell, they didn't even have enough breasts to fill a bra. One of his friends even said something to the effect of 'zing', but he ignored them. He gave the girls the photo shoot that they wanted, and stepped away, winking at the petite Jennifer, grabbing her small hand, and kissing it gallantly before turning back to studying the track. He looked it over, back to the place that he had noted earlier.<br/><br/>"I don't wanna take you money like that," He smiled," You will need a bit more height, and muscle to be able to negotiate a place like this. If I took you up on that bet, I would be nearly stealing you money, except that you would be giving it to me," He shook his head, the ability to make a good joke having left him due to his irritation at the girls, and his attempt at concentrating," Why don't you watch the race first, Helen," He gave he a condescending pat on the head," And see if you still want to try some of the stuff that me and Al are gonna do. If you want, later, I might teach you some of the simpler moves. The horsey and the poles and the rings might be complicated," He moved over to where Al was already at the starting 'line'," But here you have entered a whole new ballgame, babe," He gave Jennifer another wink," Try and keep up."<br/><br/>One of the girls of the other team, dressed in baggy pants, and a tank-top, wearing a baseball cap and her short hair tied up in a bun, came over to set the two racers off. James rolled his neck, and looked at Al," Say, do you like eating dust?"<br/><br/>Al smirked," Don't know. Never tried it. Have you?"<br/><br/>James shook his head, grinning," Nah. Just the way that you came over here looks like you enjoy the taste," He turned back to the track.