Struck on One Side.

It was humiliating enough to have a personal classroom assistant, but the assistant, Yulia, also had to massage my foot each morning to relax my muscles. Features My memory of the moment, almost a decade ago, is indelible: the sight of a swimmer's back, both sides equal - each as good and righteous as the other. My body would revolt in panic - I'd squirm away from Yulia, desperately ashamed of the vision of my naked foot and ankle, moist with oil, poking out of my trouser leg. It's not Marcus's, but I am not Marcus. [Extracted from the article]