Message-ID: <39712asstr$1039317004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: 53ab2750!not-for-mail From: Hammon Wry Reply-To: Hammonwry@SPAMTRAPyahoo.com X-Original-Message-ID: <3mf4vukus32jlbabtt4ghhr6ji8bdr0snk@4ax.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 07 Dec 2002 13:35:58 EST X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 07 Dec 2002 18:35:58 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Learning her: Epilogue Date: Sat, 7 Dec 2002 22:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates Learning her: Epilogue (C) E. Howe 2002 All rights reserved The clock on the mantel made its soft mechanical sounds and the group of people in the parlor sat quietly as the woman took another sip of her tea. Finally she began speaking again, leaning to the side to place the cup and saucer with a long and graceful arm. The fabric of her long sleeve draped around it with a soft elegance. "I walked to the front door, tucking the cane beneath my arm, and glanced through the peep hole out of habit. I could see his back, and recognized his broad shoulders. I opened the door, and he must have been lost in thought because he did not turn at first. I watched him standing there for a moment, taking in the view of his fine suit, broad shoulders, and slim hips. His hat was canted at rakish angle. I struggled with my sense of self, and raised my chin, and called him by his name. "I will always remember the look on his face as he turned. His eyes searched mine, burning. I returned his gaze with matching strength. And I knew. I knew exactly what secrets he had tried to hide. I smiled and he glanced away. I knew. I stepped back, and let the smile play across my mouth, and gestured for him to enter with a broad sweep of the cane and an inclination of my head. I realized that my hair, my hair was in the rope braid, falling between shoulder blades. He had never seen it down before. I think it shocked him a little. "As he stepped up and into the entry way, he removed his hat, and I held out my hand to take it. He placed it in my hand, and smiling, I put it on my own head, adjust it to that same rakish angle, and looked up into his face. Again, he broke his gaze first, and I laughed. "I stepped away from the door, and turning my back on him, I tipped the cane up and then back against my shoulder, and said 'Be sure to close the door behind you, old friend, and follow me'. I made sure of my steps as I walked away, my hips swaying and ass cheeks rolling with my gait. My stiletto heels clicked on the tiled floor. I could feel my rope braid sway in time beneath the brim of his fedora. "Behind me, I could hear the door closing, and then his footsteps following as he obeyed. "The secret we had learned from her? Why, isn't it obvious? Sometimes it is better to receive than give!" Finis. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+