This was the reason for me not writing sooner, as I was in the coma like sleep for five weeks.Complications arose and the Professor had me moved to a ...wing room where Nurses, pretty ones, kept watch over me until all vital signs became stable. Professor Beaker came to visit me several times each day. He would check my vitals and then did what AI thought was quite odd, he measured my toes, feet, and shins.I felt fine, better than fine, excited, the nurses were arousing me, and my given task was. If confronted, they would obfuscate the matter until the wife was led into believing she was either in error or overly suspicious of her rightful spouse. It was the way of things and had been that way for centuries.The fact of the matter was that general society was slow to change just as the likelihood of a leopard losing its spots if it was taken out of a natural habitat was sheer nonsense in the face of the boring reality of everyday life.The wedding was a controlled affair and was limited. Week two:The same pattern was followed like the week before. Morgan surprised methat evening by wearing a sexy baby doll. At the moment of my orgasm Isuddenly thought about Marie's slit. I found it very weird but I didn'tpay any further attention to it.The tea I got from Morgan on Saturday evening was even more awful thanthe week before and I had to make a great effort to drink it. When thegoblet was empty, I asked Morgan what she was saying during thedrinking of the tea. She laughed at my. I watched Harry hurry up the walk to catch up with Phil and Marty. Marty rang the doorbell and on the screen we saw Mary get up, adjust the bustier and then head for the door. As the door opened and the three men went inside just as another car pulled up in front of the house. It was a car I knew well. I watched my brother Jack get out and head for the front door.As the door closed behind Jack Mary said, "Here or in the bedroom?" Why would we even think of doing it here when there is a bedroom.