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gasping from the intensity of it all I thanked the gods out loud for the continuing silence of the building beyond our small room which brought a chuckle in response.
    ‘Well, the bar isn’t open and after the sesh last night the others are either off or dead. But you shouldn’t have worried. I’m in here kinda regular with the camera and all, so nobody passing by thinks twice about the noises.’ I had the grace to blush at my assumption of special status when I was merely one among many to receive the treatment. But Niamh seemed not to notice and bundled me cheerily into the small bathroom conveniently en suite. After she climbed on a stool to pass me down a towel from the top of the cupboard, I seized the opportunity to sit on it, take her across my knee and complement the spanking with a bit of deft clitoral manipulation. A pale shadow of the efforts of the maestra herself, I feared, but it seemed to do the trick and she showered happily enough once I pushed her into the tiny cubicle on her own.
    When I emerged later, the Irish girl was swathed in her robe and bent over the keyboard staring at her monitor. ‘I’ll print you out some in A5 to take away, and if you fancy one or two I can do them big. Be good framed on the office wall, right?’
    ‘Right.’ The impish grin made me want to start all over again with a hand to the bottom, but as I gazed it was replaced by a look of slight perplexity. ‘See, Jane, I don’t want to speak out of turn, I mean you being the expert and all that.’ She stopped and stared at me again.
    ‘No turns needed, girl. Just spit it out.’
    ‘Well, that girl who was writing in seventeen-whatever, you’re thinking it would be a big find if a lot of her stuff was in this country house. That she’s like a little-known figure.’
    ‘As far as I know, yes.’
    ‘Then you’d better cast your eyes over this.’ I moved in closer and, peering at the screen, read:
    ... Uxor studiosa . When I was researching the book I only ever found two pieces by her under that name. It seems there might be more in a collection over in England but they wouldn’t let me near it. V frustrating! But I know a lady in SocHist with contacts in the scene so I’m gonna keep on the case.
    Now, as regards the query about how things got published back then...
    I looked up puzzled while Niamh began to explain.
    ‘It’s just a post, right, but what we’ve got here is what the engine found on an earlier trawl and that’s got corrupted. The link to the current page is dead so you can’t get to register and sign in. The site must be a goner. It was the only hit for her name, so it’s true she’s not exactly famous.’
    ‘But can we find out how long ago it was, er, posted?’ Not being a chat-room sort of person, even in their more academic manifestations, I was content to show my ignorance.
    ‘Tricky. You’d think it would be the easiest thing in the world but the buggers don’t usually give you a date. Though hold on a minute...’ She scrolled down the entries then jabbed a finger at the words that appeared. ‘Look, here’s a bit about a forthcoming conference, the next month it says, and there’s the name of it too. You could find out when that was, yeah?’
    ‘I should think so.’ The girl was brilliant.
    ‘Okay. I’ll print out this little lot and you can take it away. Along with the pics.’ She flashed me one of the dirtiest winks it had been my pleasure to receive and my groin responded with a throb. But away was where I had to go: with a spot of luck I might be able to get more than a date. If the writer of the posted text had been doing research for a book then she ought to be on our records. I took the sheets from Niamh and just as I was stowing them in my document bag there was a tap on the door.
    ‘Nevie, are you in? Open please, it’s me.’ The key was turned and a pony-tailed blonde stood in the doorway. ‘Oh sorry, I intrude.’
    ‘Come in Helga. Meet Jane. She was just about