What an exhilarating and productive exercise! Ishamael smiled as he watched her walk off. Calmly stepping over to the edge of the garden, he gently stroked the edges of the rose petals with his fingers.

She had enjoyed that kiss. A moment's pause, a catch in her breath, only after a time did she even start to fight. The evening wind toyed with his hair, lightly.

The sun had set.

(I win again)