Some womanly touches? Paul thought, chuckling internally.  Well, she was certainly right about that.  For him, yard work consisted of mowing the grass, trimming the hedges, and pruning shrubs and trees, with the occasional weeding.  But flowers?  Never crossed his mind until now.  But he had to admit that Charlette was right.  The flowers did indeed add some much-needed vitality to all those varying shades of green.<br/><br/>“I’d like that,” he replied to her offer of joining her outside.  Paul smiled as he glanced around, admiring her handiwork.  “Well, you definitely have a green thumb, Charlette,” he complimented her.  “Although really, it’s more like a purple, red, yellow, orange, and pink thumb.”  He laughed, noticing she hadn’t left out too many colors.<br/><br/>Thoughts then shifted to what had happened last night in the backyard and this morning in the shower.  Although gratifying for both, he wondered if they were mistakes, succumbing to moments of passion and lust.  Paul didn’t know what to say, or if he should even consider saying anything to her.  Perhaps acting as if nothing had happened between them (twice!) was the best and smarter option.<br/><br/>You’re killing me, Old Man, offered a familiar Voice.  You’re dissecting this way too much.  In all honesty, Paul had no response to that.