Her nipples pointed sharply; was it the cool in the air, she wondered- but it was more- the look on her face told her he had seen all she had- and was...pleased at what he saw. Her thighs dampened, she spread her feet without order, to follow the form of the cross. ‘Good girl’. The words thrilled her. She watched his face near hers, so all she could see was his eyes; his voice low- but clear in every syllable. ‘I want you to hold the ropes for me as long as you can, or till I say enough- will. "Perhaps I'll have to supervise you while you do your sums," she giggled.George coughed with embarrassment and then heard Erica's voice behind him. "I do hope you're not teasing my PA, George," she said.George leapt to his feet, protesting his innocence. "No, no. Of course not, Erica. Sorry! Ms Wilkie." Erica smiled tolerantly, amused by George's spluttering and pleased by the initiative that Allison was showing."Come along," she said. "Let's go into my office. Otherwise Rebecca will get no. He’s a very busy man.”I sighed. I had hoped to avoid this. “Please tell him that Bubba has his history report written.”She faintly scowled. She ran a neat house, and she didn’t need untidy thoughts or messages causing disorder. But this was something for the Doctor to deal with. “Please wait. I’ll see if he’s free.” She didn’t quite slam the door, but she closed the door firmly, making sure the latch caught with a click.I heard her footsteps fade and after a minute, a man’s footsteps grow. But we need to work together to make that happen."Her hope soared and the brightness of her smile fleetingly returned. I asked her to let me know what her story had been. She seemed frightened and was unable to put the experience in words. I needed to dip into her head once more to find out for myself.Generally, the common model for viewing a person's life is to feel it like a string, running from the moment of birth to the moment of death. Although that isn't always the actual way that life.