As such only one 1 snip of the scissors out of 3 even made contact withthe man's hair, she knew he would not have cared, he just wanted thesemi medita...ive time this offered. Nagasedma knew this not just becauseshe was a good judge of people, which she was or had been taking care ofMr. Drummond's hair for some months now, which she had, the thing thatreally gave the man away was the particular patterns of heat rising fromhis chest, face and the back of his neck, which she could see floatingin. He'd started to feel somewhat possessive of her even though they weren't married and didn't say things like "I love you" or "I'll spend the rest of my life with you" but Tom knew that Samantha was a very very special woman, and he never intended to let her go. She was his SEXetary, yes, but she was far more than that to him. She was his erotic soul, his inner motivation, and she was also the mother of his baby that she'd conceived with him."Yes, Sam, what would you like to be honest about with. .. Oh Michael! I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Please. I'm sorry," she cried. There were big crocodile tears on her cheeks."Hey-y-y. No big deal," I told her as I pulled my arms out from under her, and reached for a napkin to wipe my lips.She was holding her head in her hands, not looking at me as she cried."Come here!" I told her as I held out my arms to her. The moment she touched me, I was flooded by her emotions. I didn't have to be empathic to read Nancy Lee's desire. But what I read wasn't. ' She is trying to hit any colour she can!’ He laughed, ‘Well at least she is enjoying herself.’ ‘She is,' I nodded. ‘I think she needs a better instructor than me.’ I added, knowing that it offered an implicit admission of passivity. He did not miss the signal, sitting back and stroking his beard thoughtfully, his eyes watching her returning, picking her way through the tables towards us. His face slowly turned to mine, his eyes suddenly serious. ‘Well, I would certainly be willing to help.’ I.