If you want one, go ahead and file. It's that simple," I concluded."But I'm not sure I want a divorce, Dick! I just want a separation so I can think a...out things," insisted Darla."Then there's no problem, is there. We're separated. You have what you want," I concluded."But you're fucking that whore and I'm not allowed any sex or you'll divorce me. That isn't fair!" Darla lamented."Darla, I didn't ask for a separation. I don't want one. I want my life, and my wife the way they were, almost. You. It was constant study and intellectual stimulation in the elevated ivory tower that had become our dormitory. We all sat and passed our examinations a year early thus we were bound for university under-aged. I was readily accepted for Medical school whilst Jacky flew through her exams to read pure biology. Later she intended to research genetic engineering.Cynthia, whose injuries have been the least, was able to move around quite adequately on her artificial feet. She could almost trot on them. He had often noticed her looking at his hardened penis in the gleaming white operation room. He also knew the rules for the nurses: they were never to encourage any of the young boys to any task other than what the Direktor chose for them. She had purposely brushed against him in the corridors, had gone so far as to playfully grab for his hardened prick once in the operation room when the Direktor was not looking. He felt that she, too, watched him when he exercised in the compound even though. I hadn’t been bred in something like ten years. Baron was just about the perfect size to give me a good session. My timing would have to be right so that he mounted and penetrated before the knot became swollen because there was no way I could force that into me. It had to swell up inside of my rectum. We played a few more times over that weekend with no problems at all – a few times he even mounted me and humped away. I handled those times in the same way.It was two weeks before he bred me for.