Back in 2011 a colleague shown me this phrase she had tattooed, it immediately struck a chord. The phrase takes many forms and many interpretations within any relationship…
Then… I’m taken completely by surprise as she pushes me up against the wall, drops to her knees, puts one hand around my bad leg and then starts tugging… gently at first and then longer, harder, deeper with each stroke… At this point the only thing going through my mind is ….
“I hope she doesn’t let go!”
What were you thinking? Take your mind out of the gutter! This isn’t Fifty Shades of Phsyio 😀 The therapist was using an oversized elastic band wrapped around the back of my knee and applying a force that the bad knee had to resist… I noticed that the band wasn’t securely wrapped around her hand, all that was going through my mind was if she let go, that’s