Ann had brought a bag with her into the bathroom. I saw her take out two bottles, shampoo and conditioner obviously. Ann ran water filling the sink and then wrapped a towel around her hips to protect her slacks and removed her blouse. I watched as Ann washed, rinsed and washed her hair again. The energy she was using to vigorously lather her hair animated those marvelous breasts. Once again I was struck by the total incongruity of it all. On the one hand here was this most casual and intimate of scenes-watching the lady at the bath as it were. On the other hand, despite the apparent intimacy our relationship was not mutual and Ann was as much a stranger then as she was on her first day.

Ann emerged from the bathroom with her hair wrapped turban-style in a towel just as Patrick entered the reception area. Ann wrapped another towel around her top and showed Patrick where he could set up his array of combs, brushes and dryer. Ann introduced me to Patrick referring to me as her boss and settled in to a swivel chair not next to a window. I returned to my office to continue my work. The "whoosh" of the hair dryer in the background continued on and off for the next twenty minutes or so.

At 5:00 Ann appeared at the door to my office. She was dressed and told me she would be leaving then if I did not have anything for her to do, that she had one stop she needed to make, and that she hoped I would be at her apartment at 6:30. I told her that I would be on time. She left me her address which I recognized as a tony condominium on the east side.

I finished as much paperwork as I could over the next hour and around six I washed up, changed my shirt and tie, ran a comb through my hair and then caught a cab to Ann's apartment.

I arrived a few minutes after 6:30. I gave my name to the doorman and asked for Ms. Bennett's apartment. I was directed to the left wing elevators and was told to go to Apartment 20K.

Ann greeted me at the door.