I'm forty-five years old, so I'm too old for breeding purposes. I can't cook; I don't know anything about housekeeping, I have never held a baby, let ...lone taken care of one..."She looked hopeful and added, "Maybe I could be developed enough to work in the fields, though? Would that be possible?"Cindy looked thoughtful and then winked at Vangie. She said, "I have a body slave who I have finally succeeded in training. My sister-in-law, though..."She scrambled to the phone and called Janice who. I had a fairly involved discussion with her at one point, so I recall a lot of details about her.”“Those are some pretty phenomenal details to recreate from memory in a work you didn’t create yourself. The photo reveals individual pores on her skin, the hair on her arms, the folds where she flexes her arm. I find it hard to believe someone created that from your recollections.”“Then tell me, how else would it have been? Without an ability to see or communicate with these creatures, how could I. ?Not one to be had.??What a shame!? Grace said. ?Never mind, you two do look very fit. A brisk run round the field will dry you off. What larks! It’ll be like Sports Day.?And so the final lap began. In keeping with the Sports Day theme, it was decided that Bernard and Chris would do a ‘Three Legged’ run. Gaynor and Bea carefully bound Dick’s left leg to Bernard’s right leg at the upper thigh. History does not record whether the ladies allowed their hands to wander while they did this. Mark and you woke up. You asked me why I was trying to get into your room. It was a very awkward situation, but I managed to make up something that saved me. I told you I felt ill, and coughed. You went to the kitchen and brought me some tablets which were meant to make me feel better. Oh, how gorgeous you looked in your nightgown with your robust legs uncovered! I took the tablets, just for the sake of my own stupidity. The next morning when we woke up you suggested that I stay home with you.