PHYSICAL THERAPY

Chapter 2: The Touches Become Impossible to Ignore

I told myself I wasn’t going back.

I spent the whole week trying to convince myself that what happened in Dr. Hart’s office was normal. That the way her hands had lingered, the way her fingers had slipped between my legs, the way she had made me cum on her table — it was all part of deep tissue therapy. She was a professional. She knew what she was doing.

But every night I touched myself remembering her voice. The way she had called me “sweet girl.” The way her fingers had felt inside me.

I went back.

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