She walks towards me smiling and tells me to sit by her desk. We chat politely about the sunshine as she opens files on the computer. Straight black hair frames her face, so shiny. She is delicate, so petite, warm and friendly. An open emerald cardigan over a matching t-shirt cover her perfect little breasts. She asks me to sign my name on a small electronic pad several times as she completes the forms but in my mind I am...