Besides, it was obvious he was way out of my league." That, at least, is true. Did he offer to spar with you?" No, he pretty much just left me alone u...til he came along and handed me the sword," she said. "He did spend some time showing me how to actually hit something with it. For real."She went silent as she remembered the unbelievable speed and strength the man had displayed when he cut through the pell."What else?" Well, we were talking after I finished practicing on the pell," she replied. I still waited. Most of the times I took the side of her husband. Our online chats moved to telephone conversations. She would call me late nights and we would talk. Slowly we were falling for each other. Still we never talked about sex. Weeks and weeks passed. We started to exchange pictures every once in a while. Nothing sexy. Just normal photos. And I started to want her really bad. One night we were talking on the phone and I dropped it. "Hey babe", I said. "Mmmm", she replied in her usual. I pointed out three different types of skink in a part of the vegetable garden he'd just toddled through — protective colouration had veiled them from his eyes. We watched an Australian kestrel catch a small snake."What colour is it, Patrick?" I asked."Grey." So it's a male — a boy. Girl kestrels are a sort of red brown." He nodded."What's that?" Patrick was pointing at a branch of Mum's native fig tree (Ficus macrophylla). "The bump." That's not a bump. That's an owl. Probably a Southern. He was pretending not to be too interested, but I could see him swallow and lick his lips nervously."Aww Daddd -- She won't be home until later," I pleaded, then purposely added, "She doesn't have to know anything."I saw something in his eyes I'd never seen before. "Umm, okay, baby, but make sure it's back on before she comes home."I sat up on the side of the lounge. I acted as if I didn't even consider his presence as I undid the strings. When I removed my bikini-top and released my pert young.