My back had been back for a long time so I decided it was time to see a physiotherapist close to my work so I could pop out at lunchtimes for appointments.
I called to book and told the first appointment would be an assessment. It never crossed my mind to even think about what the person would look like that would carry it out, for all I knew it could have been anyone.
When I arrived, I turned up wearing sports gear as instructed: Trainers, white socks, shorts, t-shirt and was told to take a seat in the waiting room and wait for Jack to shout me in, again no idea who Jack was.
A few minutes later this absolute stud walked out and shouted my name, walked over and shook my hand as I gazed into his blue eyes. See attached image.
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Getting all excited, I followed his lead into his office and he shut the door and asked me to take a seat. He asked some background questions and what the problem was and I explained it to him. He asked me to stand up and take my shirt off so he could begin to examine me. I didn't hesitate as I stood up, slipped the shirt off to expose my freshly shaved chest and stood there before him awaiting his next orders.
He made me do a few stretches and change positions as he watched me tell him where the pain hurts, and said it looks like he can help me which is good. At this point he stood up, walked over to me and placed his hands on my back whilst he asked me to do the same exercises. As I stood there doing as I was told it felt so nice knowing he's got his hands all over my bare chest.
