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She leads the way up the stairs to her room, occasionally glancing over her shoulder to make sure Doc is still with her. If it were any other man, she might lead him by the hand -- or the collar -- finding ways of 'accidentally' rubbing up against him, and giggling like a vixen. But all Doc gets is an occasional smirk from behind her curtain of gold hair, until she stops at her door and unlocks it.
She backs her way inside (again, she knows Milliways is safe, and has no reason to check the room beforehand to make sure nobody's broken in) and flicks on an electric light.
"Make yourself at home," she says.
She backs her way inside (again, she knows Milliways is safe, and has no reason to check the room beforehand to make sure nobody's broken in) and flicks on an electric light.
"Make yourself at home," she says.
