I can’t move my legs without pain; mainly when descending stairs or sitting down. A deep, muscular pain, rendering my legs heavy and shaky. A good pain apparently, of a self-inflicted nature, although she made me do it – with a wide, beautiful grin on her pretty, young face; she told me I wouldn’t be able to walk today. I pleaded with her to take care of my delicate back and aging bones but my pleas fell on deaf ears. It only took thirty minutes and I’ve promised to return for more; next time she’ll finish me off no doubt.