Ohnoez, she's having one of her hair-brained ideas again!
So, in brief, here is the story: I just found today (at work, no less!) a free-for-the-taking vintage edition of The Joy of Sex. There is no end to how amused I am by this. And, honest-to-goodness my first thought was, "How can I use this for ficcing purposes?"
Well, the answer is right here.
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“I’m home, Doctor!”
Rose smiles. Coming home to him is the best part of her day. She misses the first three weeks they spent together in this universe, never leaving each other’s side. Or the flat. Actually, they had barely left the bed after the first week. She’s been back at Torchwood for nearly a week now, and they have settled into a routine. She goes to work all day and misses him like crazy, then comes home to see which of her appliances he has spent the day “improving”. Or destroying, as the case may be. Monday’s project was her hair dryer, which, Rose discovered Tuesday morning, now sucks air instead of blowing it. As he helped her cut away the hair caught in the dryer, she made him promise not to surprise her again. So now he shows her his daily projects as soon as she walks through the door. Tuesday he rigged her kettle to boil water almost instantly, which she remarked was perfect for all those times you absolutely, positively had to have a cuppa right that ( ... )
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