How could you not?

You realize, to your horror, that the next email Chris sent was a reply three days later to a new message you mother had sent him! He's not the one who reinitiated contact. She is.

SHE CONTACTED HIM AGAIN!? You can barely contain your trembling as you tap the screen to expand her treacherous communication. What could she possibly have had to say to him after her last message?

From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: These Tracks Are Amazing!

Chris, I know I was extremely final in my last message, but I've been listening to these tracks during my cooldowns and sometimes just randomly throughout the day. Holy cow! I really feel it! I've been less stressed out, I prioritize more effectively at work, and I'm even less anxious speaking in public at court. I always thought meditation, all this "mindfulness" stuff, was a bit cliche I guess and never gave it a fair shot. Like you said, it seemed overpromised. I suppose I just had to let you know how effective your tracks have been. I do think you've changed and I sort of wish I could take you up on your offer of services. I'm always looking to refine my routine, especially at my age. But I don't think Quinton would like it and I have to consider my son's feelings on the matter given your history.

If you would let me though, I'd like to ask a question about running. I can't meet you or anything but maybe you can give me a little e-coaching and that would be alright. I've been having some trouble with my left shin recently when I run and I think it's my form. My shin feels tight, there's not much pain, I just sort of feel it more than usual I think and it's a little uncomfortable. I try to land on the balls of my feet and roll into my toes. Is this right? Should I try something different?

-Angela

Really mom?! Jogging tips? Couldn't you have just gone on Seddit and asked randos?! What the fuck? Why did you need to ask him?! You're taken aback by how casually your mother is communicating with the evil son of a bitch who once killed your pet frog right in front of you by stomping on it. You quickly minimize the email from her and move down to expand Chris's response, taking note of the time, 1:25PM, you have hours before your mother's done in court today. But as you tap the reply and expand it a piece of embedded media begins to play automatically. You perceive a blinding flash of light and are dazzled for a moment. Weird glitch? You think, refocusing on what appears to be a video of Chris embedded at the top of the email. It shows him half naked wearing loose fitting, bright red gym shorts and black wrappings on both feet. He is demonstrating various foot strikes and listing their pros and cons. His legs are like solid oak trees possessed of impossible mobility and speed as he deftly moves through the different forms with athletic grace. Broad shoulders swing powerful arms, all attached to a torso rippling with tight muscle. For some reason the image of him without the gym shorts passes rapidly through your mind. You blink the errant thought away as you read the text beneath the video.

From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: re These Tracks Are Amazing!

Hello Ms. Winters, very glad to hear from you again though I didn't expect too. I completely understand your predicament with Quinton and I'm happy to provide you with the above video and an accompanying primer of sorts I'm working on for my runners. Both are sort of in the testing phase so please do keep them to yourself. You'll find explanations and demonstrations of various alternative running patterns you might train, although you'll just have to try each for yourself to determine which is the best for you. Unfortunately, I can't guarantee it will solve your issue as I'm not at all certain your form is the problem because I haven't seen you run. This could also be due to some other unknown issue as well, I'm just not sure. Let me know if this helps and if you have more questions.

-Chris

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Well this is admittedly not quite what I was expecting I guess. After reading the text you stare at the video for a minute or two. Though his person is repellant, you have to admit his body is interesting to look at. He's so clearly put such a huge amount of time and discipline into himself, moving with the confidence and grace of well earned strength. He could probably make some money on the side as a live model for artists or something. I wonder what his cock looks... You shake your head to clear these odd thoughts away and look at the time, 1:55PM. Has it been thirty minutes? Must've got lost in thought for a bit. Still got time though. Mom's not done till 4:30ish, won't be home till 5:00.

You press on to the rest of the emails sent from Chris's address. They are all similar to the first few, your mother asking more fitness questions and Chris answering with more videos and tips. You experience several more blinding flashes and check the settings on your mother's monitor for a moment to see if there is some sort of obvious issue. Detecting none, you return to reading and watching the videos of Chris in various skimpy fitness outfits. Your mother appears to grow more and more flirty with him as the emails go on. She asks him to call her 'Angela,' and compliments his knowledge and physique over and over.

It's understandable she would find him attractive. He looks like a fuckin god. You surprise yourself with this thought but you did think it. Upon further consideration you have to admit the truth of it. She must know it would hurt me though right? She must remember how bad it was for me. Why doesn't she just hire some other trainer? You suppose Chris's work is of excellent quality which his own body, perfectly cut as if he was sculpted out of stone by an old master, attests to, but still. He really did spend his time wisely in jail. He wasn't this perfect before. You catch yourself looking at his crotch repeatedly. You recall times you've seen Chris's cock, it was massive even back then and you just can't help but wonder if it's changed as much as Chris clearly has or if it still looks the same. You perceive that these thoughts are incredibly out of character for you but you accept them regardless. They somehow seem so obvious that you'd feel stupid thinking otherwise. You glance at the clock again.

It's already 4:00! You blink in surprise at how much time you've spent admiring Chris's body. Your mother will be out of court and on her way home soon but there's still one email to go.