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I got out of the car, and thanked the driver, then entered the gym. Kwame was working with a young man, not much younger from myself. Kwame looked up, and said he would be with me shortly.

Kwame kept working with the young man, who seemed to be new at working out. I could tell, because he was having trouble, and he was not very muscular. I think my standing there watching, was a distraction, so I went in the change room and changed. I just stayed there, not wanting to be a distraction, until I was sure the young man had finished.

Shortly the young man came into the change room, and we exchanged pleasantries. He ask me if I had been working out there very long, and I told him I had been working with Kwame for a few months. He told me today was his first day, and that he was having a hard time. I told him not to worry, that he would soon get the hang of things. He said he hoped so, that he need to build some muscle. He then commented on my build, and I told him I had trouble at first, but that Kwame can do wonders.

I then went out to the gym, leaving the young man to his shower. I commented to Kwame, about his new client, and he shook his head. He said he had a job ahead, with that young man. I reminded him how I was at first, but he reminded me that I had some experience before. I reminded him I was ready to quit, because he had gotten so rough with my training.

He said enough about all that, let’s get started with you workout. I reminded him, that we were just working out to maintain my body, not to develop a bodybuilder. He laughed and said Mr. Asante Atati, using his full name, had told him the same thing. I ask Kwame what Mr. Atati had said about my body. He laughed, and said he thought you were perfect, and didn’t need anymore muscle.

I commented, that he wants his model to make his clothes look good, without too much muscle. Kwame said I think the word is sexy, he likes his boys looking sexy. I ask what he ment by that remark, and he just laughed and said you know. I didn’t say anymore, because he was right.

We got started on my workout, and it was much more relaxed. It was nothing like the previous workouts, where it was akend to torture. While we were working out, the young man emerged from the change room, and ask if he could watch. Kwame told him sure, without asking me, but I didn’t say anything. I just continued working out, but I did feel a little selfconscious. The young man ask, Kwame howlong before he got muscles like mine. Kwame told him it depended, on how long and hard he was willing to workout.

I was glad when the workout was over, and the young man had stayed the whole time. I excused myself, and went in to take my shower, leaving Kwame with the young man. When I came out, Kwame was alone, so we had a few minutes to talk. So we discussed how things went, and setup my next appointment. That’s when I learned Mr. Atati had setup appointments for Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday at ten o’clock each week. I learned Mr. Atati was paying for those appointments. Kwame ask if that was fine with me, and I ask if I had a choice? He laughed, then said that it was upto me, and I said I don’t think so, I think the decision has been made.

I ask him to call Mr. Atati’s driver, that I was told he had the number. That Mr. Atati didn’t want me walking the streets alone, since I had become well known. I then ask Kwame to let me have the number, and I put the number in my celllhone. I put Kwame’s number in my cellphone, so I could reach him anytime about my appointments. I ask when the young man had his appointments, and Kwame laughed saying not to worry.

The driver ( Quophi ) showed up, so I joined him in the car. He ask if there was someplace I need to go, I told no, just back to our place. That’s when he told me, that Mr. Atati had given instructions for him to always ask. I thank him, and said I didn’t think I would be going places on my own. He just said, I know what you mean, and he smiled. We drove back to the apartment, and he put the car in the garage before we went inside.