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I nod. I think I read that somewhere when I was looking up the recovery process. Walking is a slow process. The stitches are more of a hindrance than the actual pain of the process in my knee.
When we get in the gym, I hear Krista breathe out a 'wow'. I look around and realize it's probably more than what she expected for a home gym. Dad got all the high-tech workout equipment, same equipment we use in our gyms at the stadiums. I think he hoped if I could maintain my workouts here, I would come home more.
"Here, come sit on this bench and let me look at your knee."
I do as she says, and feel her hands go back to my knee. She's lifting my leg, bending my knee, and though I know I should be feeling some sort of pain, I'm not feeling anything in my knee as I stare at the woman before me, who is in full concentration mode.
Her blue eyes remind me of the deep blue sea in the Virgin Islands. They are looking at me, but she's not seeing me, more like seeing through me. Her touch is soft like a feather, and my cock is twitching. I squirm a little bit, and Krista's eyes snap their attention onto me.
"Did that hurt?" she asks, concern lacing her voice.
"No, why?"
"You twitched, when I touched here," she did it again, but I felt no pain.
"I'm sorry. No, there is no pain, I was moving my ass, as I'm not used to sitting as much as I have been this last week or so.” Not wanting to let her know all the blood flow in my body is currently in my dick.
She looks at me, then nods. "I get it, when you're used to being active, anything else can make you itchy, per say."
"Exactly," I tell her, giving her a little smile.
I watch her eyes dilate as she sucks in a breath, but just as quickly she shakes her head and gets back to business. It was so quick, I may have imagined it all.
"Okay, let's get you on the bike and see how well you handle it."
I will my cock down enough to be able to stand up without bringing attention, then walk over to the bike. Krista helps me get settled on it, then sets the timer for thirty minutes.
I take this ride easy, easing myself into the movements, and do everything Krista is telling me to do. Before I know it, thirty minutes is over, and I'm covered in sweat, like this is the first workout I've ever done.
"That is a great start," Krista says, helping me off the bike.
My legs buckle from underneath me, and I almost collapse, but Krista is there to hold me up as she helps me back to the bench.
"Sit here, and I'll be right back."
She leaves the room, and I sit here waiting for the feeling to come back to my legs. Krista comes back with a bottle of water and a towel for my face.
"Drink this," she tells me before continuing on. "You did very well for your first time moving the knee since the surgery and not be active as your normally used to."
"My legs definitely feel like jello, that's for sure."
"It won't take long for you to get back into a routine. You have to remember not to overdo it."
I nod as I continue drinking the bottle of water.
"How does your knee feel?" she asks.
"It feels okay. A little stretched," I reply, thinking about how it feels.
"That's good. That's what you want. You can do this for the next week, and try walking without the crutches when you can, but keep them nearby in case you need them."
"Okay."
"Let's get you back on the couch with an ice pack for the next thirty minutes, then you can ice it again, before you go to sleep tonight."
"Sounds good."
She hands me one crutch and allow it to bear my weight as I walk slowly back to the living room.
