“Something to add?” she asked.“Oh, just a pet theory of mine, is all” to which Suzy raised an inquisitive eyebrow; her finger remaining betwee... her lips as her tongue poked out curling around the pad. It was too much for me and my hand dropped beneath the table briefly to straighten my length within my trousers. I watched her chest rise as my action was obviously not lost on her and her hand dropped downwards and for the first time, my eyes followed it.“Please, feel free to explain, Martin,”. Showing her how to sew with the curved needles and a pair of hemostats to handle the needle took time, but it had to be done. I reminded her to touch nothing but the hemostats with her fingers to make sure they stayed clean.I cleaned my hands and changed gloves too then and we got started. I pushed the sides of the wounds together and Catla placed the stitches. We must have worked on him for over two hours, but it had to be done. None of the claw marks were dangerously deep, but I could tell. I looked at my uncle and he agreed that we swap seats for the service. The service was just that, a service. Deborah looked ravishing, her husband looked like a real dork, as did his mates. Auntie, for a woman of early fifties could give them all a run for their money and uncle kept on looking at his bit of fluff. The reception was something else. The bridesmaids had changed into something more fetching, Deborah remained in her bridal dress. Us blokes dropped our waistcoats and put on more. Egill became more and more involved in his new role. The old, grumpy hermit of Nilfeheim made friends with other representatives. His council was respected by many and paid less attention to Sif’s development then he should have. Her aunt; she always had such a great relationship with her and via GalNet; turned out to be very little interested in her niece. So it came that Sif was more or less on her own, just as she liked it really. No one asked when she came or left. At first she did visit.