Housebroken but still needs some training
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“I want a divorce.” They were words I didn’t see coming, probably because I’d been so driven to finish my invention. “No, please,” I pleased.” At least let me show you what I’ve been working on.” My wife had laughed, saying it was the last thing she’d do for me. She’d let me place the mind swap helmet on her head. The other I placed on my faithful dog Missy. A minute later, I had a wife that was unquestionably loyal. A wife that would rush to greet me the second I got home. A wife that wouldn’t object when I wanted to have sex, especially if we did it doggystyle. There would be a problem though. This new wife hates to wear clothes, even when walking the ‘dog.’ “Dammit Missy!” I yelled as I chased after her. I heard my mistake and rushed to correct it, although I doubt any gawking neighbors were paying attention to anything I said. Still, in quieter, hushed tones I said, “I’ve told you that people have to go outside with clothes. Bad girl. Get back to the house.”