Have her heal them. I want you unmarred for tomorrow night.” Her claws flexed and she gave me a wicked grin.“As it pleases you,” I said, ignorin... the throbbing pain that quickly transformed into agony. Sweat broke out on my forehead as I fought to keep it from my expression.I pulled up and laced my hose then turned and strode into the Doge’s audience hall where the milling powers of Raratha held whispered conversations. Angela spotted me. Her eyes widened as I lounged against the back.“I see. Nuzzling them, I said, “And he didn’t do this either, I suppose. Do you wish he had? Did you fantasize about it?” “Oh my god, you’re so good at this! But so mean… Davey, this is torture, what you’re doing, so cruel.” All of that, and she never denied wishing he’d done more, never denied fantasizing about him, this older man with the beautiful hands. I laughed, maybe with a bitter edge to it, but she didn’t notice. “Yeah, that’s me, so cruel. Just your husband, left wondering…” I paused, then. "They're still my breast friends." They're ugly and stretchy and saggy!" she snapped. "Plus they leak all the time!"I was silent for a moment, then sat on the bed beside and slightly behind her. I turned her torso toward me, forcing her to lift her right knee onto the bed."You wanna know what I see?" I asked.She shook her head as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. "I've got stretch marks and fat. That's what you see."I pulled her other leg onto the bed, settling her into a mostly prone. Ned was excited about something else too. There was a new couple coming tonight whom he'd never met though Christy had heard others talk about them Angela and Chad. Angela had also agreed to become a part of a little surprise that was being planned, which Ned had no idea about."Did you set up the stuff for Angela?" she called out to him once again from the bathroom."Yep, all set and ready to go," he announced. Ned had never personally participated in Angela and Chad's particular fetish, but he.