The girl turned around and locked the door behind her as she came into the house carrying her gym bag. He couldn’t smooth his face from the almost pure disgust he felt at the sight of her body. He had done what he could for her face and neck. But she had proven almost incapable of shaping her body as it should have been.
She wasn’t fat, that wasn’t the problem. No, the problem with her was that she had no muscle. Her legs were two spindly sticks supporting a twelve year old boy’s body. She looked like a stork. Her boobs barely pushed out against her shirt. She had told him that she had always been an “A” cup but he had his reservations that her bust size was even that. He sighed deeply in derision; this was not the first time he had wondered why he had chosen this girl over the other three that he had deliberated on that night four weeks ago. Oh well, the decision had been made and he had not failed even one of his “students” and he was not going to fail this one either.
“Good evening, Jessica” he greeted her warmly, “How was your day of training?”
The girl immediately curtsied deeply to her teacher. Her radiant blue steel eyes met his for just a moment as they mirrored the smile on her thin lips, she then remembered her place and lowered her eyes to the floor at his feet. She was learning, slowly, but learning.
“My trainer at the gym has tracked a marked progress on my squats and my lateral pull downs, teacher.” Jessica said with a touch of pride in her voice.
Kenneth raised his eyebrows in slight surprise, the muscle tone in her legs and back called her a liar, but weights didn’t lie either. And Jessica, like all his students, was unable to lie to him. He was familiar with the process of putting on muscle and working out. Just because the weight increased it would take time for her body to show any signs of improvement.
“What about your diet, has the nutritionist given you any more advice or change that was necessary?” he asked calmly.
Jessica hesitated for a moment before responding, “Teacher, I spoke with the nutritionist yesterday and he wants me to maintain my diet except for the addition of at least fifty grams of protein a day.” He voice quibbled slightly as she said, “I told you that yesterday, Teacher.”
He nodded his head in agreement. Of course she had, of course. Could he truly blame himself for his impatience? The girl hadn’t added a pound of flesh to her bones in four weeks, four weeks! How was that even possible? But then again it wasn’t the girl’s fault. Why had he chosen this girl again? That decision had been made and he could not, and most importantly, would not, take back that decision, even though it would be a simple thing to do. There was potential here. He had never second guessed himself before and he wasn’t about to start now.
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He struck out on a less depressing topic and the one place that she had truly excelled. “How were your classes today?”
She looked up at him for just a moment. That might need to be corrected if she kept forgetting her place in front of him. She glanced at her gym bag quickly. He knew that she kept her school books in that bag as well as her gym clothes and towel. She answered, “Instructor my classes are tiring. I made all the transfers that you suggested to me. The professors at the college teach very quickly. I have gotten a reasonable routine down for studying and working but my science classes are brutal.”
This was not unexpected. Just as her body had never worked hard, her mind had atrophied as well. Most of his students were in much the same condition as Jessica was. It was always hard for the first month or two and some never quite acclimated and school was the hardest part of their new life with him. But hard or not, school, just like his entire regimen for his students, was non-negotiable.
Kenneth said gently, “You’ll get used to it.”
Jessica nodded but kept her gaze at his feet. There was something about this girl. It made him smile in anticipation. To see her become what her true potential deemed that she could become. She would be radiant.
“Are you working tonight?” he asked.
Jessica shook her head, throwing those beautiful strands of auburn hair all about her shoulders and face, “No, Instructor.”
“No?” Kenneth asked back. “Well, if you’re not working then what are you going to do tonight?”
Jessica smiled broadly, “I’m going to my dance lessons.”
“Ah, and how are those going, easier than your school, I trust?”
Jessica’s smile faded, “Yes and no, Instructor. I like dancing and the steps and movements are easy for me, but my instructor always says that dancing is more than just ‘picking up one leg and stomping down on the floor!’” Kenneth snorted a laugh under his breath at the comment. Jessica either didn’t hear him or chose not to respond to his laugh, that was good, she was learning.
“She says that dancing is like water flowing down a stream, or river, or something.” She heaved an exasperated sigh, “That I have to stop being a stick and become water or some crap like that. Instructor, she’s a fucking bitch!” She halted and seemed to retreat back into her skin, “I’m sorry Instructor. I won’t say that again.”
Kenneth was on his feet and took two solid steps toward her before she could finish her sentence. That was a mistake, one that will not be repeated. He did not touch her; he never needed to do that. He looked down at the skinny girl with the downcast eyes. “Jessica, look at me.” His tone fell between being harsh and soft but it irradiated command and his student looked up obediently.
He let his gaze rest on her for a moment. Her muted blue steel eyes were completely open to him, as he expected them to be. Soon, all too soon, the light went out of her eyes and they glazed over. Her body went limp and visibly relaxed before him, held standing by the force of his will alone. Her chest rose and fell with deep, even breaths.