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Did I learn anything vital about her? Did she provide any great revelation? No, somehow I'd known from that first glance, that first shaft of emotional lightning, all that mattered, all that made her important to me. Yet her lack of a father niggled; had she selected me to fill an unspoken need? Or was that just kitchen-table psychology. It was too soon to be certain; I was too close to the problem; I would sleep on it.
After our carnal exploits a drowsy siesta seemed appropriate, but I steeled myself to become the hard headed man of affairs and decreed it time she was instructed in the duties of an assistant.
She jumped at the notion and, leaving my lap where she had been sitting combing my hair, sat herself before me and assumed the role of attentive student. Having no papers with me I was compelled to describe instead of show, but being a bright young woman she quickly grasped the principles. Not wishing to rush things I kept the first session short; I planned to add to her tasks as she gained experience, for I was already convinced she could assume much of the workload.
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