You are new to the gym and have come in very early on your first session in the hope of avoiding people. At first, there was only one other person, a friendly, rather attractive woman called Amy who has been extremely helpful and supportive.

Amy is on a treadmill having just set you going on the bench press when you see Tommy saunter into the gym. The young teen looks even more phenomenally muscular than he did the last time you saw him, with immense boulder-sized shoulders, massive, overhanging pecs, and striated quads like the trunk of a mature oak. A true monster. He is also dating your daughter, Jo who has been nagging you to let her stay at his place for a few days next week. It’s an important time for Jo, certainly no time to be slacking off with her studies, so your answer has been a solid no. Being a single parent of an only child who is mad at you has been difficult which is another reason you decided to start coming to the gym.

You return your focus to your lifting. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Tommy set down his water bottle and bag by a butterfly machine at the other end of the gym. You begin to relax, but then he stands up and begins making his way over to you!

You ignore him, concentrating on your training, until your peace is broken by a surprisingly deep growl of a voice. “Hey, mister. Can I have a word?”