Zowie had her arms wrapped tightly around herself, suddenly not wanting to expose her body; she had exposed to much of herself back there on that rock. She sniffed as she walked, hating that this fucking shrink had made her cry, no one makes her cry anymore she promised herself.
She looked at him with a pout on her face and then sighed. "How am I not you're type, I'm pretty and I'm female...how much more do you need for sex? What is your type? It's not like I want to marry you and have your children or anything." She scrunched her nose at the thought and then moved so she was walking in front of him but walked backwards so she was facing him with the jacket now open, apparently content to show herself to Daniel. "I think if I ever got pregnant I would hate it, being so big and round...but I guess some men like it don't they?" Zowie was over her emotional outburst and her curiosity about her doctor was showing.