Georgia found herself pushed into a cubicle with a small armful of clothes. She quickly changed - marvelling at the sensations of the new textures on ...er skin and the feel of cool air on her newly-exposed skin."Shit, girl, you look sexy as fuck." Yeah she gonna draw some crowds that's for sure She new?" Yeah, we trying the clubs tonight."Georgia had certainly never worn an outfit anything like this one before. The idea of being seen in public like this would have been inconceivable for her. Her. Lisa was standing with her back to Wendy looking out the bedroom window.Another fact made itself known to Wendy at this time. She really needed to pee. She started to get out of bed and groaned at the pain she felt from her protesting body. The groan alerted Lisa to the fact that Wendy was awake and trying to get herself out of bed."Easy there sis, you are covered in bruises and welts. You might want to ease into moving around before hopping out of bed." Lisa cautioned Wendy as she rushed over. I’m sure physical therapists are nice people outside of work, but at work they only seem nice initially. They shake your hand and greet you with a smile. But the instant they get you into your workout, they show their true colors. These people are sadists. I think there’s a psychological test they have to pass to prove this in order to get the job. Only sadists could make us hurt like they do. My physical therapy consisted of working on my hip to get my full range of motion back. I had been. I liked it immensely. I liked being held fast by a strange, half-drunk, smelly man in thewoods, my body crushed against him, his hands all over my buttocks andback, his groin pushing and pumping against mine. I liked hisexcitement at my young body, at the idea of me deliberately coming ontothe Common secretly clothed for sex, hoping to meet someone like him, arandy queer, deep in the woods where no-one would disturb us. I lovedbeing forcefully held! It was like a coiled spring snapping in.