Tristan GoodFellow with all due respect enjoyed her Ladyships exit as much as her entrance. Her presence. Stimulation.  There had been an instant understanding that required no words at his interview.<br/><br/>The other encounters like this one had been fun, at least for him. It took the edge off training, helped him relax and find that spot where he was neither teacher nor trainer. A place where he could interact with colleagues to include her ladyship without putting any more context into that meeting than what was intended.<br/><br/>Early in the morning, indeed, he thought as he glanced at the locker.<br/><br/><br/>He walked to it and placed both books on the shelf. He no longer required their assistance. The locker closed he wanted to the door his hand to the light switch.<br/><br/>The mandala very much where they had left it on that computer table. He grinned evilly and turned out the light.