<p>The sway of her hips was echoed in the movement of her dress and the swell of her breasts, whilst her hair bounced in ribbons of curls that flowed down her back before stopping between her shoulder blades. The very air around her seemed to part as she drifted through the world rather than be any part of it, closing behind her like an impenetrable door that could only be opened by the key of this fanciful imaginary paradise that Simon's psyche ...