She stretched, and rose to begin another day of performing like a puppet on a string: Shower, breakfast, off to work, back home by seven, have dinner,...write and retire fatigued to the loneliness of her bed. Linda appeared destined to live within this insensitive and cruel cycle, yet she was aware that she was not alone, other puppeteers were dancing in similar entrapments. On this new day, October 12, Linda’s cycle was broken in an unbelievably simple manner. As she walked up the steps to the. .. Morgan, aye, Morgan of the Fairies." She shifted the baby to herother breast. "Hullo t'ye, me new darling. Hullo t'Morgan le Faye."The new mother looked at her husband. "And how're ye explain being here asUther? Ye can't be changing back for half a day." But I am Uther." The man chuckled. "No, my love, my brain's not addled.Uther named Duke Gorlois an outlaw and traitor, and only Uther can undothat." He looked at the baby. She had given up on trying to nurse andseemed to have fallen asleep.. " How's your head?" I asked."I'm out of practice -- but I'm told it's like riding a bicycle," Frieda replied, her eyes on mine. the AI supplied.'Tell me something I DON'T know!' I thought, but didn't bother to subvocalize. I patted the bench on my left. "Get naked and climb up here and show Beth how to give a blowjob." I patted the bench on my right. "Beth, you get naked, too, and climb up here to learn how."Beth got big eyes and glanced around, but Frieda didn't. She threw her tank top over. I had a front row seat to their cat fight, which turned out to be a massacre, as mom simply overwhelmed my prissy bride. Finally I had to step in to prevent my new wife from being suffocated. Roxy had managed to bury Gwen in a big fluffy pillow and she ran out of air quickly and went limp. Her mother was so angry that she kept on holding it against her daughter's face, not a good idea when my blushing bride was already unconscious. I dragged Roxy off her victim and in the process got a nice.