Chapter Ten
The Next Few Weeks
Sunday was a dismal dawn. Actually, it looked like it was going to be a beautiful day but considering my position and mood I knew that every day was going to be dismal. My wife called me to her bed just as had Miss Watson for the past eight mornings and I leapt to perform just as I had for her. Only the p***y in front of my face had changed. We she was satiated she took care of what she needed to in the bathroom and then went downstairs. She brought food up for me to eat after which I could hear her talking most of the morning on the phone. She reappeared just past noon with more food, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“It amazes me how many businesses are open on Sundays,” she proclaimed. “I have been making some calls to fix up the house for your new life. I
