GoodFellow opened the door and left her go first just so he could feel her brush past him. It was stupid to have someone you wanted walk behind you but rules were rules and if nothing else he followed them, every single one in his own way.<br/><br/>"Lift," he told her and stepped off towards it.<br/><br/>He pushed the button and brought her in front of him as they waited. His hands on her hips rocking gently against her as he brushed his five oclock shadow along the line of her neck. Her punishment had begun.