But now we come to the really tricky part. Once I had resolved myself to revenge, how do I go about it? What could possibly hurt the Doctor as much as...he hurt me? It's tricky, that. I can't just kill him. He would merely change his face. If I kill his companions, then he just moves on. He's lost countless friends, and he always moves on. I've been watching for some time: Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Donna Noble... The Doctor never travels alone, but once he changes his face he forgets all about. "I have come to realize that most good cops have at least five or six complaints in their jacket," I said. "When I found out the age of her new husband I told her I would take the case but she had to pay upfront."Let's just say she didn't have the money and offered the barter system."Mangrove laughed."I can only imagine," he said. "You should have fucked her and then refused her case." I called my paralegal in under the pretense of getting everything in writing," I said. "She didn't seem to. “I,ll get a taxi later, want to talk to my friend Joe for a while.” “Okay.” Her friends waved, bid her and me good night and they all left to get in taxis I,d rung for them. “Thanks for manning the phones for me Joe.” she gave me a kiss that made my chick snap to attention. “My pleasure, Dear”. I returned her kiss. “Just let me thank you properly.” I caught a strong smell of vodka on her breast, but then she sank to her knees by my chair, took out my stiff hardon. “You naughty boy. All stiff. The water from her wet underwear had formed little pools of damp on the carpet. The smell of perfume and chlorine floated into my sinuses. I was about to bring my hands up to her shoulders, when suddenly she turned. Mom jumped, startled by my presence. We stood face-to-face for a moment, neither of us moving. The ambient light caught her hair and the eyelash on her right eye. Her lips glistened. I took a step closer. Mom lifted one of the towels from the bed, offering it to me. I took.