'I'm sure I will.'  The memory of Ali laying out, spread open with her body glistening under the lights grew stronger.  In time Warren would teach her to love these sessions and understand why they were necessary.  He had edges that could only be whetted in very specific ways and what he did, he did for their sake.  Warren pulled on fresh rubber gloves and gave a pair for Maria to put on.  Stepping into the room, a warm smile crept onto his face.  'I see you've decided to awaken after such a long nap.  I was beginning to think you might sleep the entire month away...'<br/><br/>Warren moved to stand by the side of Ali's bed and gazed down at her lovingly.  He ran his hand over his handiwork, feeling the raised lines of the stitching.  'How do you feel, Ali?  If you're not feeling well I want to know about it.  I won't let my darling girls suffer quietly, isn't that right?'