Coach Zweig. Sweaty, polo shirt-clad coach Patrick Zweig and his big hands on your back, on your shoulders, positioning you the correct way. Coach Patrick Zweig leaning in and whispering in your ear, hit hot, menthol-smelling breath hitting the back of your neck. God, how smitten you are by the mere thought of him.

The weather is way too hot for a normal practice, beads of sweat collecting along your hairline. Your tiny skirt is sticking to your thighs and all your muscles are sore. But Patrick doesn't allow you a single break.

"Grip the racket tighter!"

He exclaims from where he's standing on the other side of the court, squinting to see your muscles work under the sun. Smoothly, he hits the green ball and sends it over the net towards you.

"Shoulders down! Lean forward with your whole body."