"More," I urged her."I can't. My pants are in the way," my sister complained."OK, take them off then."I saw that she winced as she lifted her leg to r...move her pants and I felt pity for her. There was after all some blood and it probably hurt a lot."Wait. I'll help you. Lay down on the bed, it'll be easier that way," I told her.Slowly she eased onto her back in the middle of the bed. I stood by the end and first drew her jeans off her and then her panties. Wow. My sister lay half naked in front. I was still tired after some nights with little sleep, but I felt good. At least better than a few hours ago.When he came to get me, I had just finished my fourth coffee. I placed the cup on the table as I got up. “Can I get the Irish Wolfhound?” I blurted out before I knew it, remembered after a few moments the “Sir”.His eyebrows rose as he looked at me. I just looked back – and away after a few moments. “Do you want him for practice?” Still not looking at him I shook my head. “We'll see.” My. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ‘So how did Julie take David’s hiring?’ I asked at the ‘Angels’ meeting at 8:30am. ‘She pretended to be okay with it.’ Teresa said. ‘But if there is one thing I’ve learned from the Iron Crowbar, it’s to watch someone’s eyes. I could see that she wasn’t happy about it.’ ‘I saw that, too.’ said Cindy, who’d been in the room at my request, and told to watch Julie’s reaction. ‘And I’m wondering if David’s training should be left to Julie, or if Myron should do it.’. I spent the next twenty minutes cutting wood for later as I had to wait for coals. I sat down to appreciate my work. I could hear the wind beating the remaining leaves free of the trees. I smelled the decaying summer growth coming from the ground which mixed with wisps of sweet wood smoke.It was time to get out of my boots! My haversack held a pair of moose-hide mocs that I had long before reserved as camp shoes. I kept them well-greased with ‘mink oil’ to keep them supple and water resistant..