The swimming coach walked out right then and called the practice to order. She was probably about 35 years old and was giving nothing away about her figure in her loose sweats. Brian watched the practice and enjoyed the lithe forms knifing through the water. When it started to wrap up, he realized that he was 15 minutes late to the Stats office. He started to gather his books, and watched the women exit the pool. The coach called Tracy over as the rest were leaving. Brian couldn't hear what was said, but the length of time that the coach's hand laid on Tracy's firm ass was unmistakeable. Tracy seemed to nod and walked towards the locker room.