Mistakes happen, Janice. You're a part of this household now. What counts in this household is effort and how we treat each other. Silly mistakes don'... count. Got it?"Janice squeezed his hands with hers, and her happy smile belied the unhappy tears that had streaked her cheeks. "Got it, Mr. David."David Stanley is a good man, Flint thought and sipped his coffee.Nora padded into the room. She was scrubbed clean, smelled fresh, and completely naked. Flint watched as she poured herself a cup of. I’ve waited six long months for this night and it’s finally here. I am so, so happy.”I set her down and she picked up a heart-shaped box I had left on the bed. “What’s this?” she asked. “Chocolates?”“Open it and see.” She pried off the lid and removed a sheer black camisole that came above her navel and a matching high-cut thong. “I don’t know how your tastes run in lingerie,” I said, “so I bought something I liked.”She held it up. “It’s lovely -- I’ll go try it on.”While she was in the. .. I think you should do it, Doc. Dad would kill me..." I doubt that," the psychiatrist returned casually, "I doubt any man could turn you down."I smiled weakly at him. "What do I do?" Why don't you talk to my daughter?" he asked. "She's rather qualified in these matters, I must say, and it would be easier to talk to a person closer in age. Let me just page her."Before I could ask him how his daughter was 'qualified in these matters,' Doc Malwinch had buzzed her on the intercom. From the. . or cell, might as well call it what it is, a cage. This is . . .” she mentally counted, but I knew already.“This is the fifth day.”“God! It seems longer. But don't you see, what we . . what is happening is not us, it's the chemicals they add to the meal; colorless, odorless, but odious nonetheless; insidious sinfulness inserted into our systems inside the very sausages we ate and juice we sipped for breakfast!”“Oh . . And I thought it was just 'cause I had incestuous yearning for my hot.