Growing Up

Ms. Yoga Pants And My Physical Therapist

Ms. Yoga Pants And My Physical Therapist

I saw her the minute I walked into physical therapy. Climbing to the moon on the stair-stepper in a pair of black yoga pants. Smiling. Laughing occasionally. Flirting, or at least trying to, with George, my physical therapist. He didn’t seem to notice. Just gave her another exercise and continued on. Which made everything more interesting. I found her fascinating. A study in female frustration. But it was her Kim Kardashian butt that held me mesmerized.
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