Walking up behind her, Ishamael put his arms around her body and laid his hands on hers. Gently, he turned her wrists slightly. Her skin was soft as he carefully cupped her hands. There was a pleasure in this. An instructive tone in his voice as he smiled at her.
"Like this, my lady. It does not make the technique as easy to foresee."
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Date: 2006-10-11 09:16 pm (UTC)"Like this, my lady. It does not make the technique as easy to foresee."