” She flashes that little, narrow lipped smile then returns to ‘serious face’.We cut to Neetu dealing with some patients – a mother and her yo...ng son. Chatting whilst she takes the boy’s temperature. She talks over the top of this in voice-over.“My parents decided when I was very young that I was going to be a doctor. They were very poor, uneducated, they wanted me to be the opposite. They made me work very hard all the time. They weren’t cruel, they made it a lot of fun for me. Everything was. Well, there were no punch cards here.I went to the front, I saw two large spindles. That museum had included an old fashion computer that used tape. The information plate there described it as being used in the nineteen sixties. This was thirty-five years older than that.There was a sealed cabinet that held rows of paper tapes.“Ah, yes, those. We haven’t attempted to run them for fear of destroying them.”“You mean they are still readable?” I asked, astonished.“We think so, but as I said, we. Now to find out if he wants you for more than just the fun we are having.' She grabbed her brush and ran it through her dark silken hair, pulling out the tangles our love making had left. Then, rummaging through the bag again, she pulled out a sheer, aqua-colored medium length nightgown. You couldn’t quite see through it, but it allowed you to see her lovely features. She slid it over her head and let it fall down her body until it came to rest on her naturally, hugging her frame. She looked in. They complained to me that the master was taking his own sweet time and spoon feeding it to them. I gave him an extra grand to keep them interested. Kim damned near split his breast bone with a knuckle strike the first time he walked up to her and tried to slap her! He called me in."What the hell have you been teaching these kids?" Bean bag straight punch, through punch, twist punch. Kick-the-bell straight kick, bicycle kick, side kick and roundhouse. Add push-ups, sit-ups and running like.