a Slow Day
A Slow Day A slow Saturday, with no place we have to be. That, she said, is good for male direction. Said direction was provided by only her eyes and with a few motions of her fingertips. Slow and purposeful was her style and one that she determined to employ. "we have the time, we will use all of it". There was no rushing, no urgency - the latter was quickly squashed with but a shake of her head and a frown. "You share with me, so I can share with my friends. They will know and see." Direction. It goes two ways doesn't it? You give, you get.