I wince a little not showing the pain as you sew.  When you finish, I turn to you an say " now its your turn, lets see that shoulder"  I gently uncover your wound. I am pleased that it shows little sign of infection ... the whiskey doing its job well. "you will have a small scar"  I say. "your lucky it missed the bone." I gently caress your soft shoulder lingering longer than I intended to. I look up and into your shining eyes, clear and beautiful and smile.