Nancy's attention to the meters kept her from noticing that the Doctor had entered the room; her hands were sliding their way down her stomach when sh... saw him, and quickly held them together, her face turning a lovely shade of red from his presence."Ummm... Uhhh..." she stammered."Did I interrupt something?" the Doctor said, smiling, well aware of his assistant's state of arousal; Nancy was speechless."You might want to go into the Break Room," he continued, his smile getting bigger, "it's. I finally got an interview to do alone. It really just felt more intimate, with just one person asking questions. Although, as always, I would have to give a few dirty details to a few people, and make sweet love to my husband too. I already knew the answer, but I asked Ted about sex again. He just told me that I was his slut, and nothing could change that. Ted was solid in my book. You could say that, I won the lottery, and found a nonstop oil gusher too. I was set for life, and I couldn't. "Nice?" she smiles down at me. "God yeh!" I smile back up, "you not going to sit down in the water too?" I ask. She nods and turns facing away from me before lowering herself down onto my knees and leaning back so her shoulders rest against my chest. She reaches either side of her and takes hold of my arms, moving them and wrapping them around her stomach. I smile to myself looking down at her, her breasts sitting on top of the bubbling water making them jiggle. I flatten out my hands on her. My brother is a guy (yes, that's obvious) and he's one that I trust. He's seventeen and has dated some really pretty girls but isn't going with anyone right now. I trust him to tell me the truth and I know he has good taste in how girls look.So, one afternoon after school, I asked him: Am I pretty?"Whattaya mean, pretty?" Well, you know, attractive, nice looking. The reason I'm asking is that I don't seem to be getting any guys at school interested in dating me. Ryan, I trust your opinion,.