Thorn returned from the table and walked back over to Sam, purposefully stepping on the extracted contents of his testicle.  She met his eye and waited.  She knew that look and had been covered in his vomit once before so a bit of patience seemed to be in order at the moment.  As Sam expelled the expensive dinner down his stomach and onto the floor below him, Thorn’s annoyance set in once again.  “You just wasted money, Sam,” she said in a low flat voice.<br/><br/>Once she was sure that he was done, Thorn swung his body around so that she would not need to kneel in his vomit and began to stitch up the torn skin of his scrotum.  The other woman still sat calmly on the chaise as Thorn doctored Sam.  “There is a guest room prepared for you Ms. Cassada.  Third door on the left.” Thorn said quietly, hoping the woman would leave the room so that Thorn could compose herself.<br/><br/>In the past few months, Thorn found herself unable to remain serene for any length of time and it was beginning to complicate her relationship with Sam…if one could call what they had a relationship.  She would one moment be sweet and gentle towards him, the next she would be trying to strangle him simply because he blinked at the wrong time.  Perhaps this was why Sam gradually became more of an animal…choosing to crawl around instead of using the prosthesis she had had made for him…perhaps Thorn was driving Sam utterly insane.