She chalked it up to stress, and said there was nothing I needed to worry about. I couldn't see how our sex life would be reduced to this, unless she ...as right about what was causing the issue. Now, five years later, apparently the stress has only become worse - or at least I guess that's the case, if you make a direct correlation between my sex life and her level of stress. It has become so bad that she has decided that she doesn't even want me to touch her. I suppose I should have seen it. I had accompanied her to the photo shoot. She was naked in bed with the male model and he was put in a spooning position. Quite a few positions had already been done so she was wet and open from the contact with his very attractive young body. As they were being adjusted I saw a startled look on her face and she briefly turned and said something softly but firmly to him.After the shots were made she pulled away and said she was done for the day. I noticed he had an erection, but that was. My head was thumping and just about every so-called urgent problem could really have waited a few days.When I got back to the office about lunchtime, the car that had been parked in my bay that morning had gone. But some other bastard had parked his car in there. It was as I was bollocking that guy that my boss called me to join him and a potential customer in conference.I hoped that they would like to talk over lunch, as I had eaten nothing since the night before and I was beginning to feel. “I myself, am starting to detect the amount of power that this piece of garbage has. You need to decide and quickly, before he grows stronger. If any of your minds perish I hope that you have your selves backed up. I am closer to a break through in restoring our original bodies. Stay alive, no more body drops.”“We hear lord doctor.” They all said as the Doctor nodded then turned to leave. The Doctor stopped at the door raising a shaking hand. Behind him there were sharp intakes of breath then.