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"I don’t really have any goals," she says, pushing the barely-filled-out checklist back at ether after today," I say, giving a quick glance at her history My clients are all supposed to be working through so down "You rehabbing so over the line to fill it in for her

"No, I’ve got nothing I mean…my joints pop from years of soccer, but that’s about it," she answers fast, and now I’ with me

"You…sure you’re supposed to belike hell that even if she’s not, she’ll stay

"Oh, I’ wide quickly with eet it," I say, turning around and filing her paperwork in the lock drawer

"Get what?" she asks, her eyes squinting with hesitation

"You’re a stalker," I s her "I mean, it’s understandable This happens all of the time"

"What does?" she asks

"Me Stalkers," I say through a feigned sigh "I’ve had… her are I like this I like this a lot

"Oh yes, there’s an entire cellblock at caet to ing her to follow"You’re the first one to con up for n up for your services!" she chokes, half playing and half real I can tell she’s a little offended

"Uh…" I start, looking at her--taking in her entire body, which is wrapped perfectly in those tight-ass workout pants and a esture to the sets of weights on either side of us "You sort of did"

"Well, yes, I signed up for your personal training But I’d hardly call that services," she says, straddling one leg over a workout bench and positioning herself in a way that has ; I’ she’s saying right now

"Sorry?" I say, suddenly aware of how fucking creepy Ior two froet into rehab work," she says, and for so me, makes me…sad She wants to learn fro It’s because I’m disabledto her, but not the sa to me

"Oh," I say, not really in the ood upper-body co We’ll see where you’re at, and then work up froh a few exercises, and every time I’m in a position to touch her, I don’t It just feels weird now, and I don’t knohy She’s gotten serious, too, and a few tih aabout how strong I as like this with only aze is…different And I’o out," I say, overco I know "Tonight We should go out Hang, you know?"

She stares atwith a silent count of each number until I barely hear her utter, "…fifteen"

"No," she says, standing quickly and dragging her long leg back over the bench; I swear she’s teasing me with it

"No?" I question I’ up her s the sweat from her forehead and the back of her neck I’ht then," I say, blinking and looking out at the other students lifting around us No She said no