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"You have to be a bit of a sadist in this line of work" she said

This is Annika, the physiotherapist.

You wouldn't suspect that under this gentle and attractive exterior lurks the soul of the Marquis de Sade.

Up and down the racetrack, up and down the stairs until she dumps you back on the bed, a wheezing wreck.

"And tomorrow" she says cheerfully " we'll have you on the bar. Just like Rudolf Nureyev"

I know they've got me wearing white stockings, but do I look like a bloody ballet dancer….?