She called me around 8:00 pm, saying she would be finished at nine. I drove into Surry Hills, pulled up outside the building where she was working a c...uple of minutes before nine. She looked exhausted when she got into the car.“Did you have a rough day, honey?” I asked.“Yeah you could say that; non-stop all day, producing the separations for the press. Bugger me if one set had to be redone though,” she said. “I must have screwed up the alignment of the enlarger when I took the photos, because. Our discussions, sometimes at considerable depth and detail, of the short stories we read together were such that in our casual conversation we could make reference to many incidents with just a word or two and know that the other would pick up immediately. We pushed on and I explained some more of what I felt was perhaps useful for her, trying to keep it short. She was quiet then for the longest time. She cleared the table and did up the few dishes quickly, and I wondered whether I had. I waited, sitting on the bed, until I heard Greta leave the house bathroom and go to the bedroom. Stripped to the waist, I knocked on her door and she shouted to come in. When I entered the bedroom. She was sitting up in bed pulling the duvet up in front of her to hide her breasts."Fucking Hell!" she exclaimed looking at my torso and legs."Greta," I scolded, "I don't know where you picked up that language!"She smiled, "Come on Dad, you've heard worse and so have I. I'm a big girl now. But your. We kind of ran out of stuff to talk about so I said"If it was at all possible, I would've totally asked on a date by now"She replied "You are so sweet" Well we can not go on a date but we can pretend we are on date, would you like to go on a date?"She took some time and replied "Would love to"So we pretended we are on a date. I took her to this nice hotel besides Taj Mahal and made a beautiful description about the place and surrounding. It was not as romantic or real as a real date but it was.