You had just arrived in a new town, Zenthicksville, and had just gotten the trailer full of your stuff parked far enough off the main road to unload. The house you were moving into was unfurnished and so you had brought all of your furniture. However, moving in was going to be a challenge. Back home, you had some friends who had helped you to load everything into the trailer. Now, you had nobody. Seemed like it was just up to you. It was a sweltering summer day, and you started with the small things, bringing them into the house and setting them up in the various rooms where you planned for those things to be. However, you soon ran out of small things, boxes of knick-knacks, and various other of your belongings. Eventually, all that was left was your furniture. The first you decided to try to move was your refrigerator. A good old reliable Dometic that has served you well for the past 15 years ever since you got it. You put the hand truck under it, and with great effort you lifted it up, groaning as you tried to carefully pull it down the ramp to the trailer. You barely made it to the sidewalk, panting. You then began to pull it to the house but unfortunately, even with the assistance of the hand truck, you were not exactly blessed with physical strength. You set it down, panting, your muscles ached and you were covered in sweat from head to toe. You then saw a shadow fall over you, and looking behind you were greeted by the sight of a kind older woman, she looked to be in her late 40s, and looked just like any other older woman aside from the fact that she was absolutely jacked. She wore her brown hair short, coming to about her chin, and she had kind blue eyes that looked down on you. She had a pitying expression on her face. She was very muscular, with well-defined muscular arms that were showed off in her grey tanktop, and with muscular thighs that were showed off by her black and white exercise shorts. She smiled gently and said "Oh, sweetie, could you use some help there?"