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Subject: {ASSM} Learning her: Epilogue
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Learning her: Epilogue
(C) E. Howe 2002
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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.
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