DISPELLING A MYTH
The Doctor lay on the bed, exhausted. He had never fully appreciated it before - the joining of two like minded people in the art of lovemaking. And now, after centuries of abstinence, he had finally fallen into the oldest trap of all. What Frank Sinatra referred to as The Tender Trap. Old Blue Eyes certainly knew what he was talking about, he mused.
The shapely woman lying next to him traced gentle circles on his chest with her finger. She smiled, with the promise of more to come. "So, Doctor," she purred. "Was I really so terrible?"
He gazed at her, stroking her long dark hair. "Oh, Zodin," he replied. "Not this time, that's for certain!"
The Doctor lay on the bed, exhausted. He had never fully appreciated it before - the joining of two like minded people in the art of lovemaking. And now, after centuries of abstinence, he had finally fallen into the oldest trap of all. What Frank Sinatra referred to as The Tender Trap. Old Blue Eyes certainly knew what he was talking about, he mused.
The shapely woman lying next to him traced gentle circles on his chest with her finger. She smiled, with the promise of more to come. "So, Doctor," she purred. "Was I really so terrible?"
He gazed at her, stroking her long dark hair. "Oh, Zodin," he replied. "Not this time, that's for certain!"