Let's Get Physical
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Last published Fri, Mar 6, 2026
My physiotherapist. A part-time gym instructor. My brother's friend. An older woman.
All of these elements made up Ezra Marlowe - and similarly - made her forbidden fruit.
Professionalism and morality kept us apart. Lust and desire brought us together.
Or, no wait, my swimming injury was actually what brought us together...
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