Matt challenges Jenn to a race for her clothes

"I... I might be able to back up this story," Matt piped up, continuing with a "are you familiar with a white t-shirt, red thong, and tiny towel, by any chance?"

Jenn's eyes lit up.

"Yes, yes I am," she said without elaborating further.

"Well," Matt rubbed the back of his neck, "I might have put them in the Lost and Found."

"Ohmygodthankyoucanyougogetthemforme-" Jenn asked before Matt cut her off.

"Maybe I can, but I think it'd be funner to get you out of your shyness and race you to the Lost and Found to get them. Whoever wins gets to keep them, and whoever loses... has to go to this gym naked for the next week."

"What? No!!" Jenn shouted, lowering her arms to her sides and incidentally giving the boys what they wanted.

"Well, you know the manager Rhonda? She's my aunt," Matt said with a smug grin, "so I'd get moving if I were you."

With that, Matt inched his side towards the ladder, and Jenn didn't need any more convincing as she abandoned all pretenses of modesty and made a beeline for the ladder like Michael Phelps, practically jumped up the ladder, and streaked the pool deck before whipping the door open and running out of the pool, her butt jiggling to the boys' delight.