“That’s OK,” she said quickly. “We gave you a regional anesthetic along with the general anesthesia. It was ... well, it was to help deaden th...e feelings in your arm. But the fact that you feel pain is very good.”She took my fingers in her hands and looked at me. I shook my head again. She tightened her grip slightly.“I feel that,” I said. “Sort of.”“Let’s try this,” she said. “Your hands are warm to the touch. That means the circulation is good. Can you feel this?”She pressed her fingertip down. There could be another reason why Miss Kitson had sent him here."Um ... Miss Kitson, she didn't give you any money to..." To do what?" Nicole asked, affecting an air of deceitful innocence."Oh, nothing," George said.It must be the wine, causing his tongue to flap like a flag in a gale."Nothing?" Nicole said. She raised a pencil-thin eyebrow.Her sunglasses made it impossible to tell, but right then George fancied she was staring right through him with a piercing stare. She examined him, no trace. "You have seen your share of combat haven't you boy. You might not have always won, but they sure as hell knew you were there." Since he sat in the pile of garbage eating on a left over Subway sandwich, I decided to see what I could do. "If you don't run away, I can probably do a little better than my trash can restaurant's menu."I returned to the inside of the cabin and rummaged aground. I found a can of corned beef hash. Once upon a time I had planned to have it for breakfast. Since I never. So she gathered it with her fingertip at the slit and coated the whole of the head with it. It shone with the reflected photographic lights. When she pulled his foreskin back down again, she swirled her finger over the head inside the foreskin. It felt so warm and slippery there, she continued to do it for a minute or two.Now she focused her attention back to his balls. She cupped them in her hands, feeling how heavy they were in her fingers. She lifted them up and down letting their contents.