the woman with the shotgun

{if GM==1}As April opens the door, a khaki-hooded figure with knee-length boots forces herself in. "What took you so long, Mom?" I notice that she no longer has her face mask on.

"I was registering a client," April says with slight annoyance. "John, meet my daughter Aube. She's also a coach here."

April notices the surprised look on my face and on Aube's as well. "John, have you two met before?" she asks suspiciously.

"Ah, no, no." I say, trying to suppress my anger. "I would have thought you were sisters," I respond with a **** grin. Aube appears relieved and proceeds towards the ajoining room.

"Ever the charmer, just like your dad," April says.

"No, I was speaking the truth. Being fit really.... What? You knew my dad?"

"Probably," she says with an air of mystery. She then grasps my wrist and feels my pulse. "I need to know your resting heart rate, blood pressure, and respiration rate as well, so we can start correctly.

Moments later, April asks me to get on the treadmill for some stress testing.

"I didn't know signing up for gym sessions had a lot of pre-requisites," you say after a few minutes.

"This is not just any session. I promised Julia I'd be thorough. So I'm just making baseline measurements now."

"And that includes what you did to me at the start?" you whisper.

A tinge of red appears on April's face. "Sorry, John. I was caught up in the moment. That won't happen again if it makes you feel uncomfortable."

"And what was that?" Aube butts in unexpectedly from behind.

{elseif@ GM==0}Please turn on GAME MODE.{endif}