" Why? Do you want this body back? You can be my brother, but pleasedon't try to be my conscience."Later, though, I knew he was right. Although I was ...horoughly enjoyingbeing Frances, I just couldn't forget my former life and the body-swapper's offer for me to return to it before Friday. I couldn't helpfeeling guilty about leaving Susan, Peter's wife, with that mischievouself, or whatever it was, and then, maybe worse, with whatever woman itcould find who wanted to be Peter. There didn't seem. Only oneplace was safe from them. The lake and the small community that settledon it.As he rowed further he was reminded of today's lesson. It had beenmankind that created the robots. With technology too advanced tounderstand today. At least the Oracle believed in it. Hengki doubted thewhole story. They build with wood, leather, and twine. To make somethingwith metal was abstract. Then to get it moving even harder to think of.He would have dismissed the oracle outright if it hadn't been for. You killed my daughter, he growled at Morgan. You filthy little slut, you killed my baby. Morgan tried to protest, but Karl slapped her hard across the mouth. He dragged her across the room to where hed put a dog cage. He put a dog collar around her neck and locked her inside. There was barely enough room for he, so she had to crouch down on her hands and knees to fit. He attached a chain to her collar and hooked the other end to the top of the cage. Then he went around to the back of the cage. He spanks me slowly and methodically, but the without any warm-up his blows come hard on my tender flesh and I have to concentrate hard not to mix up the counting. He knows how to maximize the pain hitting the exact spot again and again, always ten on one side then the same number on the other. When I have counted to a hundred he stops. I hear him sniffing."You smell, wench. Has this made you wet?" Yes, Sir," I answer in I a small voice trying to hide my arousal."You are even more perverted.