[George VI]

I had wrist surgery after an accident, and went to Occupational Therapy. The therapists were mostly younger women, and they would sit directly across from me and work on my wrist, and since they were all attractive, being two feet away from their pretty faces almost made the visits worthwhile. One of my last visits, I was treated by a differnt therapist, a woman who just returned from maternity leave. At first glance she was cute but not as pretty as the other therapists. But her therapy method was different than the other ones. Instead of sitting across from me and working on my wrist at a table, she pulled her chair right up next to mine, pressed her left thigh into my right thigh, placed my wrist on her left thigh, and worked on me that way. Suddenly she seemed pretty cute beneath her thick glasses, as she turned my hand down so it was palming her thigh. She was wearing a white wrap dress with white pantyhose on under them, and soon enough the dress had fallen open enough to expose the white tops of her pantyhose. She gave me a little smile as she massaged my wrist with my hand palming her hose-covered thigh, our legs pressed firmly together, my eyes on her fully-exposed left thigh. We were in a room with other people, so no words were spoken. Next time I went there, I got one of the regular therapists again. I don’t know if that’s an accepted practice for wrist surgery occupational therapy, but I enjoyed the session.