It was weekend again, and Jackson needed to work out. He had called his gym instructor, but she told him that she wouldn't be available, and that she had sent someone in her stead.
Grabbing what was needed, he headed to his private gym. The person was to come there also..
On getting there, he saw the supposed person, a hot muscular guy.
“Hello I'm George Newman. You must be Jackson Steward right?"., He asked.
“Yes, yes"., Jackson replied, and he stretched his arms out for a handshake. He shook him, pulling away almost immediately.
“why don't you get warmed up? Run on the treadmill". He instructed, and Jack did as told. He set his pace and began running on it.
“Good. Now go faster". He clapped his hands.
After thirty minutes, George asked him to stop.. “Good job, do you want water?".
