‘The ultimate control that a man can exercise is to own slaves. A slave owner completely orders and controls the life of a slave – he can command ...hen the slave rises and when he sl**ps, what he eats and when, what he works at, whether he is allowed to breed. The owner can have his slave tattooed and branded, whipped or otherwise punished for disobedience, and, of course exercise the ultimate control over him: he can sell him, just as he would sell any household chattel.’ ‘Of course the. Night fishing is great around here,” he kissed her on the head. Quinn grabbed some tackle and headed back to the boat, where Scott was sitting. Both waved, as they rowed away. Kat was pissed. Stomping to her tent, she flopped down on the air mattress. Raven entered and sat down. “Why don't you like me?” she asked. “What makes you think I don't like you?” Kat countered. “Oh...I don't know...perhaps your unwillingness to be alone with me,” Raven said. Looking out the window of the tent, Kat. We spent the afternoon talking and getting acquainted while the children played. She gave no indication that I was anything but another female...it was all girl-talk with her also. At first, I was a little nervous, but I soon relaxed and enjoyed her company. For someone who had not worn women's clothes for a long time, I was now able to be in the company of another woman, as a woman, and feel like a real woman. It seemed so natural. For a few fleeting moments, my thoughts turned to. She felt she should have felt uncomfortable, but she knew this was the Doctor and she felt safe with him. "My name's Amy," she said.This Doctor was phenomenally sexy. Maybe he could help solve her problem."We're stuck in a big bad space/time event and because I'm brilliant, I already know that the future me is going to fix it at the other end, in my TARDIS." He thought for a second. "Which basically means I've got an hour or two to kill."He was studying every inch of her face. She was beautiful.