“For the seniors… this is the last dance… You may never compete again. You’ll have your whole lives to remember what you did during your career as an athlete… so make it count… don’t hold back… when you cross that line, I want your tank to read empty… I’m so proud of all of you… when you put in the kind of work that you all did over these last few months… Hell, over these last few years… your whole young athletic careers have been leading up to this race. So, honor yourself by taking every moment of agony… every sacrifice… every time you didn’t take the easy way out… all of your love… all of your strength… all of your grit… empty that tank!”
Half the girls standing in a circle around the coach had tears in their eyes while the rest were steely focused. Diane bounced in the cold air to keep warm. Like many of the girls, she wasn’t wearing the university logo shorts of her uniform, only jet-black leggings. It seemed all the girls had arrived at the same conclusion after trying on the dainty shorts on top of their slick tights and noticing how the billowing material of the shorts created a diaper effect and the look was anything but flattering. After some trial and error, Diane was had settled on her favorite brand, Rabbit, High and Mighty, which she wore over her Marmot thong that looked completely seamless. There was no need to use ones imagination in order to speculate what Diane looked like naked from the waist down in those jet black tights.