The jock turned and grinned at me. "Pretty good huh?" he said as he examined his body. "Call me Noah, the other guys will be down soon, two of them."
Noah helped me lay Stuart on a bench. "He'll be fine," I told him.
The jock returned to the locker and closed it. "Take Jarrad, he can drink, I'll keep Raj busy," he said before going to the weight room.
I returned to the front desk and waited. A while later Stuart emerged from the locker room. "You ok?" I asked.
"I don't know," he replied.
"Get some rest bro'," I told him, and he left.
Twenty minutes passed before Jarrad and Raj turned up. I pointed to the weight room where Noah was lifting. I tapped on the book, "Jarrad?"
"Yeah, problem?"
"No, not all, can you complete a short questionnaire? In return we'll give you a $10 voucher for the bar." He eagerly nodded and I took him to the small office that backed onto the gym reception.
Once through the door, I stormed into his back with my full weight. He hit the wall with a thud. He started to groan and complain--his last words as I leaned against him and transferred from Ray into Jarrad.
There was a heavy crash from behind, as I rolled my shoulders and cracked my neck. I turned to see Ray on the floor, I grappled with him and finally lifted the man into a chair and left.
I was right, Noah, Raj and Jarrad were all on the football team; some of the heavyweight linebackers. I knew of others in the frat that would provide more entertainment, but these were good stepping stones.
After stopping at the locker room, I joined the others. "Where did you go man?" Noah asked.
"The guy at the desk wanted a chat."
"Did he get what he wanted?"
I smiled. "Yeah, he did," I said to Noah as I caressed my new torso and flexed.