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NORTH GREENWICH ARENA,
LONDON, ENGLAND
(AUGUST 4, 2012)

Zeus and the Fates laughed so hard, at Gabe Bullfinch's discomfort and indignity, that they switched back to watching his younger brother, Bob, through the magni-scrying glass.

"Let us see if he is faring any better," said the red-headed thunderbolt thrower.

It quickly became evident that his "hostesses" had been doing pretty well! Both He Zi and Wu Minxia had advanced to Round 2 of individual three meter springboard diving. Along with twenty-eight other women! But, Round 2 would not be starting until 2:30 P.M. (British Summer Time). Whereas, women's trampoline would commence half an hour earlier.

So, He Zi saw no reason for concern when she handed the little man over to her younger sister.

With an ever-increasing sense of deja vu, the younger Bullfinch was mummy-wrapped (from little head to little foot) in kinesio-tape. But, only after he had been smuggled into the girls' locker room in He Wenna's gymbag. Only after she and Huang Shanshan had made certain they were alone, near their lockers. And, only after they had stripped off the "Beibei Beijing" costume with a lot of mischievous giggling.

It was a mixed blessing, though, that this time he was _not_ placed in anyone's cleavage. Instead, He Wenna used a spirit-glue stick to adhere him to the calf of her right leg before putting on her leotard!

Bob struggled for all he was worth. For it had occurred to him that, should he fall out from his present place of concealment, he might get noticed. And, subsequently, rescued. Perhaps even turned over to some kind of scientific group who might be able to explain what had happened to him!

Alas! That failed to happen.

Not only did he stay right where he was. But, during her routine (which followed that of the Canadian trampolinist), He Wenna often squeezed herself into a fetal position at the top of her leap. So that, as a result, she unwittingly pressed him into her flesh, with her elbows, with each bounce!

And, so, went the rhythmic progression.

BOING!

"MMMMMPH!"

BOING!

"MMMMMMMMMMPH!"

BOING!

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!"

Finally, her routine ended. And, after receiving her score (which was somewhat lower than the Canadian's), it became Huang Shanshan's turn.

She and He Wenna gave each other a hug. An embrace that appeared, to the TV cameras, to be congratulations for the latter and a wish of good luck for the former. What they failed to catch, however, was Little Bob being slipped down the back of Huang Shanshan's leotard!

As a result? Everytime she leaped upward, Bob fell straight down toward her posterial cheeks. Yet, just before he might otherwise have fallen in between them, she would basically do a somersault at the arc of her leap. Consequently sending Bob on an upside-down slide towards the neckline of her leotard!

Hence, this became the rhythmic progression.

BOING!

"MmmmmMMMMMMMMPH!"

WHOOSH!

"MMMMMMmmmmmmmph!"

BOING!

MmmmmMMMMMMPH!

WHOOSH!

"MMMMMMmmmmmmph!"

Finally, after another agonizing "eternity," Huang Shanshan's routine ended. Dismounting from the trampoline, she hugged her teammate a second time. Consequently sticking Little Bob down the back of He Wenna's leotard.

Fortunately, for her, Huang Shanshan scored slightly higher than He Wenna. As a result? The latter took the bronze medal, and the former took the silver, in women's trampoline. And, following the ceremony, the two went racing over, as fast as they could, for the women's 3m springboard semi-finals, at the Aquatic Center.

Not even stopping to get out of their sweaty leotards before donning their sweatsuits.

tbc
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