Nah, first explore what you have here.

You try to keep up with the steel-blue coach's lecture, although you notice that not just a few of the boys are a bit distracted.

Coach Hemmill isn't shy to also get wet, in order to show one particular aspext of arm movement, and then he makes everyone practice again. He wraps things up on the far side of the pool and dismisses the training after exactly 90 minutes. "You know what to do ladies and gentlemen! See you next week."

And with that, he jumps into the water, makes it across the 50m in short time, and climbs out on the other side. It isn't the first time that you notice how the only way between the two short sides of the pool, is either swimming through the middle, or doing a balancing act on the ten cm small ridge across the long sides of the pool, directly joining the walls. And there is nobody you have seen doing the last option.

Getting back to the lockers at the front of the building makes swimming obligatory? You wait for Ashley and Casey to get into the water again, but the two women turn towards another couple of doors on the back side where you're currently at.

"Um..." you manage. "Shouldn't we get our stuff from the lockers..." and then you realize your mistake. You left your keys inside the locker... which can only be opened with your keys. So now you locked yourself out from your own wardrobe. Genius move, Emcey!

"Hey, um, I wish I always had my keys with me." you quickly wish. No need to bother your friends with this little problem. You wait for the key-ring to appear in your hand, but it doesn't materialize.

"Ashley?" you ask your room-mate wo turns around to you. "Do you know, where... like..." And now you see it on her sleek neck, and can also feel it to pinch your own considerably thicker neck. Ashley wears an orange choker with the number "528-3" on her neck, and one rubbered button on the side.

You paw at your own choker. You can feel the smooth but firm material, and the two thick bulbs attached to it. "So, Ashley, this opens my locker, right?" you tug at the device. She looks at you confused. "That one? No, that's the one they programmed for your car, didn't they? Are you testing me?"

"Sorry, I justed ditzed out." You shake your head. So now you have the keys always with you, strapped to your neck, and you can't even scream in outrage because nobody would understand. And it's not really the worst that could happen, is it. You compose yourself. "Ready to swim back to the lockers?"

Ashley stretches her limber body. "If you want to do more laps, no need to ask me. But I'm going down for a shower and dinner now!" she points to doors here in the back and saunters towards the one that is obviously the women's shower. You shrug and follow her.

It is a communal shower room, but there are a few curtains set up for modesty. Thick fog permeates the room, and you hear Manèle and Trisha sharing jokes. As you walk behind one of the curtains, a familiar hand grabs your wrist.

It's Casey again, out without her swimsuit. She "tsk"s and leads you into one of the "cabins", where Ashley also has disrobed. Then, she presses a soap-dispenser and begins souping up your body, while Ashley soaps up hers. The lesbian gives you an asking eyebrow and you quickly get out of your own suit and step to the dispenser, making sure to also get soap on your hands.

It isn't much of a sexy shower, more an attempt at quickly getting squeky clean. But you can't help notice that Casey is feeling you up, and from a little subdued moan you gather that Ashley is also getting handsy with her.

But then Casey feels apparently clean enough, and starts the shower again on a lukewarm setting, quite a bit too cold for your taste. But it cools you down right then and there.