FICTION

MORE THAN TALENTED (Continued from TVia #95)

Dr. Samuel Aaronson hadn't quite known what to expect. Some kind of freak, he thought. He hadn't expected anyone quite like the woman who had been on his doorstep when he answered it. She sat in his study now like a queen. No, that was an unfortunate choice of words. She was a woman, a lady. That was obvious.

She was sipping on the sherry he had proferred to her, quite nervous looking about at his many-volumed library. She had crossed her legs, the dark-striped pantsuit she was wearing quite mannish, as were so many modern fashions. Her hair was meticulously curled, dark and brushed under at her neck line. Must be a wig, he thought, his experienced eye failing to be convinced that any woman could take so much trouble over her hair these days.

Her fingernails were long, pointed and clean, yet unvarnished. She wore little makeup as if she was deliberately trying to downplay her attractiveness. yet, despite that, she was definitely attractive. It had been a long time since Dr. Samuel Aaronson, as his dead wife had always referred to it, had had his 'juices' stirred. But this person, he must try to think of 'her' as that, was doing it to him.

Her blue eyes, fringed by long, very dark lashes, were watching him as he fussed about with his drink. Finally he had to sit down opposite her, and look into the smooth, unlined face, at the pert, little nose and at the soft, feminiely shaped mouth.

"You are Angelo Rodriguez?" Sam Aaronson asked doubtfully.

In reply, the woman gave him a California driving license. It was made out to 'Angie Rodriguez' and in it, she had long, blonde hair,

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