Sitting a couple of feet from the dog was a young woman about the same age as the man. She was naked except for a studded dog collar padlocked tightly...about her next. She was up on her kneels with her hands drawn in front of her in exactly the same pose as the dog. She too was facing the man in the chair. But she was stealing a side ways glance at the dog. I was asked to look at the woman's face and explain as well as I could what she was thinking at that moment. After some brief reflection, I. That day I reached her flat and she had already asked her roommate to be in the other room of the flat, it was like all the settings was done before hand itself. We sat together with the tea…Talked over….Slowly we were like so close that I could feel her breathing and am quite sure she would also. We were on a bed side by side lying on our stomach talking, I put my arm around her shoulder and it was like if I bend my finger a little more than I would have touched her left boob.After a few. To cover up the sound of screaming (I love costumes, but wouldn't be keen to see any police uniforms if any of the lunchtime shoppers should overhear) I reach over to the cd player that pipes background music into the shop and hit Play.The music blares throughout both rooms, and - oh joy - what is blasting out if not the 1970s Dr Who theme! I rage into my last few seconds with the triumphant accompaniment of BBC synthesizers crashing around us in surround sound. Thank God we are not filming. I had none and couldn't concentrate on the future when I was still haunted by the past. After a few minutes she closed her files and stood saying, "You seem to be a perfect candidate for this program, so now I will ask you to sign this non-disclosure form."I took it and it was a standard form for not revealing state secrets like one used for a hundred other things, but that didn't make much sense. "Why is this program secret? What am I signing up for?" Fair question," she cleared her throat..