"OK. Another 90 degree turn please." Rachel turn and faced the door. Again she stood to attention. The Doctor spoke. "OK. That's those shots done. Fac... the front again." Rachel turned to face the camera again. The Doctor walked over to a device between Rachel and the door. "I needto measure your height now. Please take off your shoes and come over here.Put the shoes in this plastic crate." He lifted up a small, grey plasticcrate and put it on top of his desk. Rachel stepped out of her shoes and. ?No problem,? I say in my best feminized voice (soft andmodulated, rather than artificially high-pitched).I press on towards my favourite leather shop, hips swinging a little andheels clattering on the pavement, careful not to look away too obviouslywhen people glance at me, while avoiding making too much direct eyecontact. The shop is empty when I walk through the door, and I see withdisappointment that my favourite shopgirl (tall, skinny, blonde, chatty)is not there, but the proprietor who. Will could see thin, darker tattoos across her shoulders that looked like spiderwebs. The sides of her head were shaved. The rest of her wavy black hair was pulled back in a short fishtail braid.“Stare a little harder, swab,” Lace said, barely looking at Will as she passed. Will’s eyes still followed her. He was just too curious not to watch. Across her back was a large web tattoo, with a hand sized tribal-patterned spider sitting high between her shoulder blades.She scanned the rope ladder and. " Yes," Betsy agreed. "I get a big thrill out of making you wiggle around. I didn't think I'd care much for going down on a girl, but I changed my mind. It was nice."Sunny patted her cheek. "You're nice. Would you like to try George now, or shall I tie him back up?"Betsy shook her head. "I don't want him right now. After that wild session with Harry, and then with you--I'm kind of beat. But I wanted to talk to you about what we're all going to do about my mother. I mean, Harry can fuck your.