"Yes, there is."

"You're in luck, sir, it looks like there is a trainer on duty at the moment," Laura told Frank, "and it looks like noone has made a reservation with her."

"Great," Frank smiled, showing her his fob number. "Please book me with her."

"Yes, sir," the concierge nodded, as she tapped on the keyboard. "You are now booked with Rachel, Mr. McGarry."

"Thank you, Laura," he said as he turned towards the gym.

The resort's cutting-edge gym was large and equipped with the latest state-of-the-art treadmills, elliptical machines, stationary bikes, weight machines, free weights, and floor space for aerobic exercise. Standing next to the weight machine was a beautiful blonde with her long hair tied up in a ponytail -- her sports bra held in place her large tits while showing off her tone midriff.

"Mr. McGarry?" the trainer asked as he approached her.

"Yes, I am," he grinned, "and call me Frank."

"Hi, I'm Rachel," she smiled, offering her hand to shake. "I'll be your personal trainer for the next hour or longer if you can endure it."

"We'll see," he laughed. "Is the gym normally this deserted?"

"It's open 24/7 but most trainers aren't in until eight," she replied. "I see you're an early bird like me."

"Yeah, three decades of construction work gave me the habit of waking up before the sun does."

"Well, you look like you're in great shape for a man your age, if you don't mind me saying," she chuckled.

"Thanks."

"So what would you like to start off? Cardio? Weights? Pilates?" she asked, checking out his muscular body.