Zoe

When The Doctor reached the space station where Zoe Heriot now worked, not as a librarian but, as a research scientist with her own laboratory, a slight problem occurred to him. Zoe’s mind had been wiped by the Time Lords. Thinking further on the subject, it this might be an advantage as he would not have to explain his change in appearance.

Naturally the Doctor had furnished himself with all the correct badges, key codes and explanations of why he was there. When he walked into her laboratory, it was what passed for early in the evening and her assistants had all gone home. There she was in her trademark sparkly jumpsuit which unfortunately rather hid her curves, not that there were many in this more androgynous age, rather than accentuated them.

She turned around, professional as always and glanced at his badge “Doctor?” while he admired those small poking breasts which for the first time caused a reaction in his pants.
“Oh, Yes. I was working on an experiment and half my badge got teleported so people have just being calling me Doctor all day.” he laughed.
“Does not seem to be a likely story, explain?”

This was a conversation which could only happen between a few people in the galaxy as the Doctor plausibly described how his badge had dematerialised and the young scientist, having calculated the exact probabilities in her head, decided the tale was within the bounds of reality.
“You have a surprisingly clear mind, Doctor”
“Well I would love to get inside yours. I have heard you have the highest IQ on the entire station, but I really did not expect the containing vessel to be quite so perfectly apt.”

Zoe had long since learnt to be honest about attraction because tension at work led to a poor working atmosphere and she always wanted to be focused. “Your face and body are substantially more attractive than any of my current colleagues. I would like to get on with my experiments as soon as possible but I guess that was your attempt at initialising an evening of mutual enjoyment, judging by the physical signals you are sending, so if we must?” Maybe he needed to hide his erections better. She continued “Where would you like to do it? Here, or in my office. I can lock the doors using technopathy.”
“Of course she could” thought the Doctor. She was gifted in so many ways and looking around the laboratory she was obviously studying thought transfer to machines.

What she did next really impressed him. The material in the top of her jump suit separated in half, without her touching it.
“Nice trick. I could impress some girls by undressing them with my sonic screwdriver, but not you.”
“Is that what you call your penis?”
He demonstrated the aforementioned tool by using it to unzip his own trousers and out popped his actual instrument of passion, “No, this is.”
“Why, it’s already hard. Clearly my body produces a positive result.”