By the time I have finished moaning, he has returned with a towel and begun to mop up the mess of blood and fluid. Xxnx But at least I vas not the one who spilled the milk in the first place,” I remind him. “It’s not a scalpel! Maybe I’ll make sure you enjoy it. Again the double prick of a needle. Although I can feel that twitching, clenching sensation deep in my groin, I deliberately try to suppress it. With another mutant who heals as he does, he could let himself go, do what he really wants to do. I take the granola bar and nibble on it, wanting to make the taste last as long as possible.
