“Justin? Justin?” Then she gave him a little kick when she noticed his stomach moving up and down. “You jerk!” she cried. “You scared me to death!” He grabbed her ankle and let out a high-pitched hyena laugh. “I didn’t believe you for a second!” Maggie exclaimed. “Liar!” he cried. “You fell for it! You nearly had a cow!” “You’re not funny!” She nudged him again. A few seconds later they were laughing and wrestling playfully on the carpet. “Thanks for cheering me up!” Maggie cried. She pinned both his shoulders to the floor, then jumped to her feet, cheering victoriously. “Give me a break! How about two out of three?” Justin demanded. Dawn Rodgers slipped her long, tanned arms through the straps of her black Speedo racing suit and flicked the material into position. “Okay, everybody, ready to take a lesson?” she called. Dawn whooped out a war cry. The cry echoed off the walls of the half-empty locker room. “Please spare us, Dawn,” Tiffany Hollings moaned, clutching her ears.
