Marion rarely spoke to him, but gave little hand gestures which he instantly obeyed. Shockingly, he was made to consume his meal, at Marion’s feet f...om a large dog bowl! Incredibly, none of this was mentioned as the ladies chatted over dinner, about fashion, TV and celebrities, though occasionally, Marion would reach down and give her husband a little slap if he was heard slurping.Gerald and I were left to clear away the dishes and load the dishwasher, whilst the ladies relaxed in the lounge. This time he was disturbed by the noise. This racket was much noisier than a jet bomber take-off. "What the HELL was that?"He grabbed his phone and re-iterated his question to the command centre."Sir, we are just trying to work it out. We were hit by nausea and confused thinking for a while, and now the sound of rocket take-offs. Someone counted five of them taking off from the main runway, but nobody saw them arrive. Our radars have no record of such big aircraft coming in, and the Brit radar. Tissues ... Just like Tissues,” I corrected myself resulting in another round of teenage cheering.“Maybe we should let her,” Laia said as they calmed down. “We don’t want her to make a mess.”“Not yet,” said Debbie, “She has to earn the privilege by showing us she’ll behave. Now, Laia, move Duck Dynasty to the other column...”Debbie started barking out orders, which were immediately obeyed by the others. She whispered some of her instructions, leaving me to wonder what else she had in store.Laia. Atarah whimpered, “Shit, I’m Mary? Well, not immaculate!”He had Auto-Doc run full tests on him, including sperm count. He was sterile. Vasectomy. He ran another test on her. She was sterile, except for the baby growing in her uterus. Tubal ligation.She cried, “I don’t want to be Mary! I don’t want to be pregnant! I don’t want ANY of this anymore!”Suddenly, she felt overwhelming joy, love, heat building inside her belly. She moaned. Her eyes went wide and then rolled up into her head. Her hands.