Private lessons. That was always what your parents wanted. You, on the other hand, never wanted that. But now the time has come. You have come so far in your athletic career that you have got a private coach. It's all arranged by your parents and actually you have absolutely no desire for this guy, but there's one thing you can't ignore. How good he looks. His name is Dean and he is absolutely attractive. So attractive that you are distracted far too often... And today it is particularly difficult to concentrate...

"You're so unfocused today. Can you possibly turn off your head and think about the sport please" he says, He puts his hands on his hips and looks at you. God, this look. It makes your knees weak. "Hello? Are you present?" he steps closer... And gosh he smells nice. You can't ignore it any longer...