”He laughed and replied, “That isn’t going to happen anytime soon, so I guess the restaurant will be your first stop from now on.”As we’d be...n talking, I’d filled the tea balls loosely with tea and hung them from the edge of the jar. After throwing in some mint from Mrs. Mendoza’s herb garden, I set the closed jar on top of the closest fence post. When I got back to the table, Mr. Mendoza asked what I was doing, and I told him I was making sun tea. That obviously meant nothing to him, so I. The computer controlled a number of little robotsthat handled everything and remarkably quickly I got used to being waitedon hand and foot, as it were.I had less luck on the dating front. After the third woman in a row who Ihad approached had made it clear they just couldn't see me as boyfriendmaterial, I retreated to my wonderful house and resigned myself to beingalone for the rest of my life.So perhaps it makes sense I would spend my nights talking to the computerthat ran the house ...And it. "Wow," I said again. Eager to try the machine again, I picked the next story I saw and felt the world change. Soon I was rummaging anxiously through a closet containing articles of feminine clothing. In a mirror on a wall I saw a grown man, much like in the last story I experienced. I selected a blouse and laid it on the bed nearby. After removing my shirt, I donned the blouse, which I knew instinctively belonged to my wife. The silky fabric was so sexy! I returned to the closet to find a skirt. Apparently the previous week, she decided to nip down into the village while Uncle Brian was out because she'd missed something off the shopping list. She drove in her usual way, as if she owned the road, which I suppose she does. On one of the blind bends, she met Uncle Brian coming back from town in the van, driving as if he owned the road. With the sunken roads and high banks, neither of them had anywhere to go. Both vehicles got quite badly damaged, though luckily they were both unhurt. But.