As he did, he moved the tip around in my finger. It seemed like he was trying to make it bend around corners. When he was finally done, a numbing sens...tion began to move through my finger.He did a very masterful job of sewing up my finger, giving me six stitches. He even put a stitch through my fingernail. He warned me that it was going to hurt, but I didn't feel a thing.After it was wrapped, he sent me on my way. All I lost out of my day was a little less than four hours. I headed for a. As I walked to the door, I could see him through the glass whisking his hair aside as if to look more presentable. I opened the door, we just stared for a moment at each other. His piercing blue eyes seemed to penetrate to the depths of my soul. I felt naked in his presence. I stammered 'how, how much do I owe you?' With a faint smile he walked right in the doorway and I felt helpless to stop him. I was stunned, I stood there speechless as he walked right up to me, took my hand and yet said. ”“That is not necessary at all.”“We’ll see about that.”Frank hung up the call, and left the room. He walked down the corridor, to Asrah’s room.“Is she alright?” He asked the guard outside the door.“Yes sir,” the guard replied.“Has she asked for anything?”“No sir.”“Nothing? Nothing to eat or drink?”“No sir.”That was strange, Frank thought. Did she not need to eat or drink? Yet more evidence they didn’t really understand these creatures. Frank walked into her room, and Asrah got down off her bed. "Before the glow fades, I want to sketch him so I can capture my feelings about him on the paper" she explained "He must belong to someone who is worried about him and I know we'll have to give him back someday." We finished dressing and I brought the Dane to the front porch were Kim said the light was best for her sketching. I was holding him with a collar made of one of my belts, and Kim sat across the porch and sketched. She was a pretty good artist, and I never knew why she didn't pursue a.