“The red is gone and they have scabbed nicely. There’re only a couple of scratches that went deep enough to even have a scab.”Angel said. “You...won’t have to worry about that happening tonight.” She said, pouring herself another cup of the hot beverage, she motioned with the pot to fill mine, but I declined.“What do you mean?”“The trainer puts little soft leather boots on the dog so they don’t scratch their bitches.”“Trainer?” I asked in surprise. “What trainer?”“The old woman who trains the. Nevertheless I was rather fearful of this instrument and so maintained a respectful silence. "Pubic hair is unhygienic," the ward sister told my step-mother. "You should shave him down there regularly." At this all three of us broke out into uproarious laughter causing Inge to put her forefinger to her lips and point towards the door. After about five minutes Inge wiped my testes and pubis dry with the towel and stood back to admire her handiwork. "Not bad if I say so myself. During the war I. We loaded up the four horses and the Mexican and Peruvian style trail saddles, plus all the other tack. I made sure we had the hay storage area and the grain bins full. I topped off the water tanks, then we headed north. We went to some of the premier U.S. National Parks, and we did some trail rides to exercise the horses and get the horses re-acquainted with us. We tried to get back to the truck by afternoon so we could use the sleeper and not have to bed down on the ground.We were too busy. My father’s in thrall to a wicked enchantress who thinks elves are demonic and that I should call myself a proper Christian name.”Cat shared a wicked smile. “I could paint you with the ears.”Arwen laughed. “Nick, I like her. Can we keep her?”“Hall beat us to it,” said Nick. “But, I would pay for her to paint you as an elf if you sent it to the Wicked as a Christmas present.”“Done.” Arwen turned to Cat. “Get it in writing before he remembers he’s rich and shouldn’t say things like that.”Cat.