"You're very lucky to have such a perfect gentleman for a husband, Mrs. T," Jennifer commented as we began our short drive to the restaurant. I glance... up in the mirror and saw that she had moved so that she could see my eyes in the reflection. She winked. I blushed. Thankfully, my son was busy with his cell phone and oblivious to the sexual communication between his girlfriend and his father. "That's the English side of him, Jen," my wife responded. "Perfect gentleman, great sense of humour,. He didn't have many clothes because he was always wearing mine."The sound of Adam knocking my Mother's wine glass over left the roomdeadly silent. In a panic, he started to move towards the kitchen in orderto fetch a dish-towel, but Mother stopped him, pulling at the edge of hisapron."Adam," she said, crossly, "don't run off please. I made it very clear Iwouldn't tolerate liars..."While my Mother berated Adam at the end of the table, Martin and Iexchanged eye-contact. He found my dominant. Intimate." Oh? Well, I could let you wear my scarf if you'd like." Doctor, clearly I'm not getting through to you. So perhaps this will."At this, Romana lunged at the Doctor, giving him a passionate kiss. The Doctor fell backwards, with Romana on top of him, who eventually broke the kiss."Doctor, your screwdriver's prodding me," she grinned, before kissing him again."Romana, I ... I think you're just suffering a hormonal imbalance," he said, gently pushing her off of him. "Perfectly normal. Arnold, the shopkeeper, was tidying up. ‘Morning, Ms. Banks.’ he said. ‘Hello, Arnold.’ she said back in return. Jane was a woman in her fifties with brown eyes and brick-colored hair. She was starting to show signs of age, with wrinkles and a few grey hairs. People generally found her to be warm and friendly, but then again no one knew that much about her. She had moved when she had grown up. No one was really sure why anyone lived there. She liked living in this little town out in the English.