<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156070.msg7139618#msg7139618">Quote from: MrDisclosure on 28-10-2012, 19:38:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Ryan Connors</strong><br/>Minetto Gym Club<br/><hr/><br/>"Thanks, Mr. Mulligan. Hope you had an agreable workout," Ryan said with his best professional smile. In fact, he couldn't really remember the man's name, but had read it from the screen of the computer behind the counter when the client had pulled his membership card from the slot. Mr.... Mulligan... was just one of the usual clients: mid-40s, a gift ticket for his birthday, flab that would make the Michelin man even more white in envy. And agreable hadn't quite cut it, since he was catching his breath like a fish stranded ashore, and the white shirt hung to his overweight frame from perspiration. Yet, Ryan kept the professionally calm and friendly facade - after all, they wanted to keep the client.<br/><br/>It hadn't been Ryan's choice to work at the Minetto Gym Club. Like so many of his High School year, he had hoped to get away from this town in the middle of nowhere, and at first it had looked good. He had been accepted at Arizona State College, had a job to pay for his life and tuition. But Ryan also liked to party - and when he had suggested to move one of the parties to the house of the caretaker, who had a weak spot for carefully restored spanish colonial style furniture, which had suffered in the further course of the night from being exposed to considerable amounts of beer, juice and other body fluids - urine being the exception - his coeds had rather quickly dumped him, and opened up to the authorities who had had the idea in the first place. Good bye, college. Welcome back, Minetto.<br/><br/>That had been one year ago. But he was working to get back - working at the Gym Club as a coach, and more preferably a personal trainer to those who could afford it. Money was good, and since he lived with his parents, he could save most of it to take another attempt at a college career - and then leave Minetto for good. So where his plans.<br/><br/>He checked the journal in front of him. They had a registration for a new client - Ms. Kate Bennet. In fact, Ryan hoped it would be <em>the</em> Kate Bennet he knew, and in a town like this, chances were odd that there were two Kate Bennets. She was the mother of one of his high school buddies, and eventual college buddies, hadn't Ryan's academic career taken the way through the trapdoor. Yet he remembered her - and he remembered the nights where Kate Bennet had been in front of his inner eye, naked and with spread legs, while his cock had been in his hand, wanking furiously to the fantasy of fucking her. Maybe that was awkward, but Ryan perceived it as more or less natural - unnatural would have been not to become aroused by the mature beauty with her red hair, tan skin and classic good looks. She should be here any moment...<br/><br/>Ryan took a deep breath, adjusted the fit of the tight polo shirt with the Club's sign emblazoned on the right chest. On his lean, muscular frame, it fit quite well... well enough to get him some looks from the ladies at the gym, or in bars when he went out. He wasn't a shy one when it came to women, in that regard, college had been a literal blast for him. But similar as with all men, there was the one grand prize that you dreamt of, but usually had no chance to win. And today, if his reveries had anything to do with reality, Ryan wanted to grasp at this opportunity.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Kate wasn't sure why she was so nervous; it was the healthclub for heck's sake; not a Miss America pageant!<br/><br/>Still and all it was hard not to look in the mirror and notice that she was getting older--while she liked to think she was aging gracefully she knew the days of appreciative glances and wolf-whistles as she walked down the street were long over. She no longer even got carded anymore, and while she'd been caught up in raising her kids she'd been just fine with that. She was a mom first and foremost. But now that Jesse and Sarah were off at school--Jesse for communications with a view to teaching, Sarah in Pre-Med; her father would be so proud!--Kate was beginning to realize how desperately lonely being a widowed single mother and empty-nester could be. This club might be an excellant chance not only to get out and meet some new people but to find a new diversion to occupy her time. Maybe she'd try one of those spinning classes you heard about now; Kate wasn't sure what that entailed but it sounded exciting!<br/><br/>Putting the comb away---her strawberry-blonde mane was going to fall where it would; it always had--she took a deep breath and stepped into the gym's bright and airy lobby. The placard on the desk read Ryan Connors--and the name gave her a start. Could it be, Jesse's friend Ryan was back in town? He and Jesse had been best friends since first grade; Ryan had pushed Jesse out of a tree and Jesse had responded with a well-aimed mudball; and with this the friendship was sealed. Ryan had always been an utterly adorable child--mischievious twinkles in those gray eyes that told you he was about to get into major trouble and charm the pants off you all the while. As he grew up it was hard not to notice the little things---how tall he'd gotten, the sudden breadth of his chest; the way his voice had seemed to skip the awkward cracking and squeaking stage to drop right into a delicious chocolate-y baritone....in a way it had almost felt sinful, watching that boy the way she did. What would her dear sweet husband say, watching from his cloud somewhere? Was he gesturing to St. Peter, 'See? I'm barely cold yet and she starts pervving on the neighbor boy! Disgraceful!'<br/><br/>....Did it really count as pervving, if all she did was look and imagine?<br/><br/>Shaking away such thoughts as unproductive (not to mention distracting) Kate stepped up to the desk.<br/><br/>"Hello, hon', I have an appointment here for one-thirty? Kate Bennet?"