Unfortunately, the way Leslie was lying on the table meant that only two of them could approach her. I took charge again.

"Zach, I'm going to need you to make an adjustment for me. Push Leslie back on the table and then you get up with her. Your teammates are being left out in the cold. Let's bring them in."

Zach had just started a slow rhythm with Leslie, but he obediently pulled out anyway. "Sure, Coach," he acknowledged, out of habit as much as anything.

Leslie saw what I was suggesting and so she pulled herself fully onto the table, laying flat on it with her head near one...