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Experiment



   By Ed Rider



   "Don't forget to call me if you catch an earlier plane home from the
conference or if your plane is delayed," said Florence.  "I want to know
either way, so I can be ready."

   "OK," said Erwin.  "Why are you so obsessive about this vacation?"

   "Because your company owns you for the next five days," she said, "but
the minute you get off the plane, you are mine exclusively for three full
weeks."

   "Don't forget, the vacation doesn't officially start until the next
morning," he said, "and on the way home, I have to stop off at the lab for
a few minutes to check on the rats."

   "How could I forget the rats?" she said.  "We can never forget the rats.
We owe them everything."

   They both laughed as they embraced, and then he walked out the front
door.  He didn't see that her smile changed to a frown as soon as the door
closed behind him.



   For Florence and Erwin, rats were their life.  Both of them were
fascinated by science at an early age, and from high school onward, they
knew they wanted to be in research.

   Each of them had achieved success.  Erwin headed a team that researched
new drugs for a large company.  He made much more money than she did, but
she was more famous, because her research into human psychology, especially
sexual pathology, was frequently written up in popular publications and on
websites, in addition to the peer review journals where Erwin's discoveries
were also published.

   They fell in love while they were taking care of rats in a college lab.
Each of them was working on an experiment for a different class, but at
night after they finished with their rats, they collaborated in some
intense late-night human biology studies.  They were married as soon as
they graduated, and since both had multiple job offers, they were able to
take positions in the same city.

   Florence thought their marriage was as successful as their careers, and
Erwin never said anything to indicate he felt otherwise.  They were talking
about her taking a long break after she finished the two projects she was
working on so they could begin a family.

   Because she was a scientist, she was used to changing her mind.  She
would often start a project on the basis of what she thought was a sound
hypothesis, because it was validated by all the data available up to that
point.  Sometimes, the results of her experiments clearly showed that her
initial hypothesis had been wrong.  It never bothered her to acknowledge
that and proceed from the new data.

   A year ago, an earthquake had almost thrown her out of her bed, and she
had called him at 1 a.m.  at his hotel.  He was at one of his out-of-town
conferences, but she was concerned that he might hear about the quake and
worry, so she decided to wake him up.  When he picked up the phone and she
told him why she was calling, his voice sounded strange.  And then she
heard another voice in the background, a woman's voice.  The phone went
dead, and in a minute, he called back saying he had been cut off.  He
sounded more like himself and was concerned about her safety and the damage
to the house.  She told him to go back to sleep, but after she hung up, she
didn't sleep much herself.

   When he came home, he didn't mention the call or explain why she had
heard a woman's voice.  That made her wonder whether her hypothesis about
their marriage was valid.  She decided to collect more data and re-evaluate
data from the last few years.  After she collated and examined it
carefully, she concluded that her hypothesis had been wrong.  It wasn't
hard for her to accept the new reality.

   Much more difficult was deciding her next step.  Her previous conviction
had led to her making many assumptions about their future together.  But
without a solid foundation for her dreams and plans, the progression of her
personal life was no longer as clear as the progression of her research
projects.

   She thought about divorce and analyzed her personal data and his.  In
examining her feelings, she concluded that she still loved him.  The data
indicated that he rarely cheated, and only on business trips.  She could
find no pattern showing he was a serial adulterer.  She saw no variation in
how he treated her.  Her hypothesis was that he probably loved her, too,
and his cheating was spontaneous.  He didn't plan it, but when he had the
opportunity, he also didn't resist it.

   After much thought, she decided to treat the situation as a research
project in human sexual pathology and began working on it whenever she had
spare time.  To her as a scientist, the concepts of love, cheating and
jealousy were simply different kinds of chemical reactions in the brain,
whose state at any given time was the result of a combination of inherited
genes and ever-changing stimuli that started with birth.  She knew Erwin
felt the same way.

   Yet though she rejected associating romantic and magical meanings to
love, she still experienced strong emotions.  And it felt good to work on
her personal research project.

   Her regular work kept her busy, so the personal project moved slowly. 
But she wasn't impatient.  She methodically gathered preliminary data until
she felt she had more than she needed.  Now it was time to use the data,
along with data gathered from previous rat experiments and published
findings from the research of other scientists.

   That threw her for a couple of weeks.  She didn't want to devise an
experiment whose results meant nothing to her or anyone else.  The
experiment had to produce useful information or she was just playing a game
and wasting her time.

   Then it hit her.  Her situation was not unique.  Why not create a
hypothetical solution to her situation and set up an experiment to test it?
If her solution worked, it would be helpful to her and others.  If it
didn't, she would be able to analyze why, and that could lead to further
experiments that might prove more fruitful.

   Now came the hardest part.  What would a solution to her problem with
Erwin look like?  Florence thought about this and came up with a rough
idea. She adjusted it frequently in the following weeks until she felt it
was clear enough to begin working on the experiment.  Maybe it wasn't the
outcome another woman would want, or even the one most women would choose,
but it was the one she desired, and she was the one doing the work, so that
justified it for her.

   The only thing she felt bad about was that whether the experiment
established her hypothesis or falsified it, the results might only be
applicable to Erwin.  It would take repeated experiments by others to
replicate hers and establish whether her results could be applied
universally.  But she doubted whether additional experiments would ever be
undertaken, because her study wouldn't be accepted by any reputable
journal. It was more the kind of thing found on a kinky Internet sex site.
But this didn't bother her at all.  She began working on the design of the
experiment.



   When Erwin arrived home after flying back from the conference and
stopping at the lab to check on his rats, he had no sooner walked through
the front door than he felt a sting on his neck, just a small one like an
ant bite.  That's the last thing he remembered until he woke up.  He was
still inside the front door, but now he was on the floor, and he was naked.

   He looked up and saw Florence dressed in her white lab uniform sitting
in a kitchen chair next to him.  He felt dizzy and weak, and when he tried
to talk, his tongue felt so swollen that it was filling his mouth.  He
couldn't form words, and only random sounds came out.

   "Don't try to talk yet, Erwin," she said, "because you can't.  The
effects of the reagent will wear off soon, and you'll be physically back to
normal in half an hour.  No more chemicals are going to be used in this
study.  Right now, you're already able to comprehend what I'm saying, so I
can begin describing the experiment.

   "I left you here after injecting you as you walked in the door, because
I wanted to show you some of the things I designed for the experiment
before your mind had to focus on other matters.  From here, you can already
see one simple but vital piece of equipment.

   "Look behind me to the end of the foyer.  Do you see our new piece of
furniture?  It's a large, decorative Chinese screen, and its purpose is to
provide for unexpected visitors.  All our friends know that we are gone for
three weeks, so we won't see any of them.  But if a delivery person comes
to the door, and I open it, all he or she will see is the screen behind me.
Before I put it up, you could see a little bit of the kitchen and living
room, but now they are hidden.

   "Crawl with me behind the screen.  I know you can't stand up yet, but
you can move in the direction I'm pulling.  I've got a collar on you and a
leash to pull, but you're much bigger than I am, so you could probably
resist my pulling if you wanted to and even grab the leash to keep from
choking.  But you can't do much more, and you can see this wooden paddle
I'm lifting from the floor.  I'm prepared to apply it strongly to your
buttocks until the pain is enough to stimulate you to crawl where I lead
you.  I want to get started right away, so I'll begin pulling the leash and
give you 30 seconds to follow me.

   "That was good.  I really didn't want to introduce an additional
variable into the experiment before I started.  Let's go around the screen.
Now I'm going to bend down and thread the leash through here and pull you
forward like this into the holding pen.  You're stopping.  Probably you're
confused, but I'll explain everything in a minute.  For now, all you need
to know is that you have to crawl a few more feet forward.  I'm going to
give you 30 seconds again.  OK, get ready, Erwin.  I don't want to do this,
and it's going to hurt a lot, but if you don't move immediately--.  There
you go.

   "I knew your powers of reason would overcome your emotional reluctance
to get into the cage.  Now let me fasten it and lock it.  As you see, it
won't allow you to stand up, but it's big enough for you to lie down and
stretch out, so why don't you do that and get comfortable while I talk. 
The bottom of the cage, and most of the downstairs of our house, is now
thick padding, with a hygienic waterproof rubber mat covering it, so it's
easy to clean by just hosing it down to the drains I've installed that go
through the garage into the flower beds.  I could invite the neighbors over
for a barbecue in our backyard, and no one would see the drains.

   "I've done all this myself in the five days you were gone, but I've been
planning this much longer and had the materials stored nearby.  It's funny,
Erwin, but I realized as I was working on this the last few days that I
wasn't doing anything new.  I was just building another rat experiment like
I've been doing for years, except this time, the rat was a lot larger.

   "The impetus for the experiment was your cheating on some of your
conference trips.  We don't need to get into how I found out or my anger.
We're both scientists, and we know how human sexuality works.  All I'll say
is that I had a strong, irrational, emotional reaction and considered
divorce, but I decided to collect more data first.

   "I found out that you weren't a serial cheater, because there was no
pattern and not a lot of frequency.  Knowing you well, I was sure that you
didn't take any chances that could affect your health and mine, and that
you were also protective of your good reputation.  Considering the risks of
your behavior against the benefits of our marriage, logic dictated that I
shouldn't do anything rash.

   "But as you know, the chemicals in our brain frequently veer from the
logical, and I found that when I was assessing the situation, I wasn't
going to be satisfied with accusations, apologies and promises that I could
never be sure you would keep.  I thought of revenge, such as having sex
with other men, but I had no desires in that direction.  I also thought of
how I could hurt you psychologically -- I would never hurt you physically
-- and I came up with some ideas that I might have been able to use to make
you an object of pity or derision.

   "But sadism is foreign to my nature.  The hardest parts of my rat
experiments are always when the rats are hurt even slightly, either
physically or psychologically.  I always work to minimize such injuries. 
To me, they are only justified when the experiment could yield results that
could dramatically improve human life.

   "Thinking of my research with rats is what finally gave me an idea that
felt right to me.  And since your research is also with rats, it even felt
poetically appropriate.  I worked hard to prepare my experiment, and today
we're beginning.  This phase will last for three weeks and coincide with
our vacation.  I never paid for the tickets or reservations, and as soon as
you left town, I canceled all of them.  So we'll be staying here, even
though everyone thinks we're out of town.

   "The hypothesis for the experiment is this: In three weeks, I can
condition you to be totally submissive to me in our personal intimate life
without affecting the rest of your life in any way, especially your ability
to do intellectually demanding scientific research.

   "The fourth week, you'll go back to work and we'll see how well the
hypothesis holds up.  Then I'll evaluate all the data and decide what to do
after that.

   "When I started working on the experiment, I realized how audacious my
hypothesis was.  In the outdated, discredited language of Freudian
psychology, I am trying to make you into a schizophrenic, so that you are
one person whenever you deal with anything involving me on a personal level
-- and a different person at other times.  We both know the brain doesn't
work like that.

   "But I decided to see how close I can get to achieving at least an
approximation of that result, one that would work for our careers, our
marriage and the family we were planning to have.  That's what we'll know
in three weeks.

   "You'll find this funny, but for a few minutes I thought about moral and
ethical implications of what I'm doing.  Remember when we were in college
and we had those deep discussions?  Later, when we had more research
experience, we both realized how naive we had been.

   "We know that we're just like everyone else.  Every day we go about our
lives imagining we have free will and are making decisions for ourselves.
But as scientists, we know our brains are wired to respond certain ways to
certain stimuli, and we have no control at all.  So when I condition you to
automatic obedience to my wishes, I'm not taking away your freedom.  I'm
just switching some of the connections in your brain to hand over some of
their control to me.

   "As you've often reminded me, there's no right and wrong when it comes
to power, whether it's power that controls us or the power we have to
control others, such as our research teams and support personnel.  Or as
you put it, 'Sometimes you're the scientist, and sometimes you're the rat.'
Up to now, I guess our marriage was a collaboration of scientists, but now
I'm changing it to a new model.  I'm the scientist, and you're the rat.  We
both agree that neither kind of relationship is better than the other. 
They're just different.  And since I prefer the second one now and I'm
running the experiment, there's no reason I shouldn't try to achieve it.

   "As usual, the researcher will be working at least as hard as the rat
will.  I won't get much sleep, because I'll be recording my observations in
the lab book and making notes about the progress or lack of it.

   "Sleep deprivation is a major part of the experiment.  We've both read
the literature that started appearing at the time of the first brainwashing
discoveries, and we know that lack of sleep makes the brain much more open
to suggestion that can lead to changes in brain function.  For the first
two weeks, your days will be five hours long.  You'll sleep only three of
those hours.

   "At first, you won't fall asleep right away, but in a short time, you'll
be so exhausted all the time that you'll be sleeping whenever you're not
being kept awake.  I'll gradually increase the amounts of sleep in the
third week, so that you're close to normal by the time you go back to work.

   "Pleasure and pain will be other controls that I'll use, mostly as part
of aversion therapy.  You'll see how those work in a few minutes.  Apart
from the conditioning, everything else, including bodily functions will be
kept as simple as possible so minimal time is wasted.  You and I don't
believe in human dignity anyway, so it makes no difference if those
functions are handled as though you were a lab rat.  I will offer you a few
concessions, and I'll be curious to see whether you choose them.  If you
do, remember that you can't take too much time, because every minute
counts.

   "All right, Erwin, I see that you're almost fully alert.  You're
probably analyzing the data I just gave you, but now you have to stop,
because our work is beginning.  I'm opening up one of the three gates
leading from the holding pen, which is where you'll be sleeping.  You need
to crawl through it and down the narrow steel wire tunnel into the
elimination room.

   "You're beginning to speak with sounds I can understand, and that's
perfectly all right.  You may speak as much as you want, and you may also
shout and scream.  I checked to make sure our house is soundproofed a few
days ago, and you can't produce enough decibels to be heard more than just
slightly if someone has his ear against our front door.  But you can save
your breath if you want, because I'm tuning you out and won't respond to
anything you say.  If I did, it might influence your responses and ruin the
experiment.

   "So please move through that tunnel that's open to the elimination room,
Erwin.  I won't try to reach inside the cage with my paddle, but all the
metal is wired, and I will give you a slight shock if you aren't moving in
30 seconds.  Then I'll wait 30 more seconds and increase the shock just a
little.  I'll keep doing that until you follow instructions.

   "Good.  Yes, keep talking Erwin, as long as you keep moving forward into
the next cage.  This cage is much smaller than the holding pen.  You can
barely fit into it, and you can't raise your head.  That's because your
body needs to be completely immobile to prevent accidents.

   "Your voice turned suddenly louder, Erwin, which means you felt my
finger going into your anus.  I pushed some lubricant in there.  Now I'm
going to take it out and get some more.  You're trying to move your
buttocks, but there isn't any space for them to go, so it's easy for me to
push the lube in you.  That should be enough.  Now I'm inserting a tube,
and it's going in smoothly because of the lube.  I'm pushing it as deep as
I can without hurting you.

   "There.  I think that's as deep as I can get it.  It's pretty far up
your colon.  Now I'll slowly turn the spigot.  What's going into you is
plain water, with no chemicals.  The chemicals would work faster, but in
this case, I want to keep the test close to natural conditions.  Your
stomach is expanding as the water fills you up, and it's not much different
than you drinking a six-pack of beer, except you're drinking it from the
other end.

   "A little water is starting to back up out of you, so you must be full.
I'll carefully pull the tubing out, and now you will have your first choice
to make.  I'm raising the grill on top of the elimination room so you can
lift your head a little.  Look up and in front of you.  The next room has a
toilet, and if I raise the gate to it, you can crawl into it and manage to
get onto the toilet, even though you'll have to bend over.

   "If you tell me you prefer that and will cooperate, I'll lift the gate
for you.  Now look underneath you.  There's a nice-sized hole.  If you
prefer that, you can squat over it.  Don't worry about urinating, because
you can see the hygienic rubber mat goes halfway up the sides of the
elimination room.  If you choose to eliminate here, I'll just hose you down
and hose down the room so everything goes into the hole and out into the
flower bed.

   "You have one more choice.  You don't even have to squat over the hole.
It's much easier to stay on your hands and knees like you are now and just
let loose when you feel the need like a rat does.  It will be more smelly,
but I'll hose it down the same way.  I'm a little curious as to what you'll
choose, because we both know that there's basically no difference between a
rat defecating and a human defecating, just cultural habits of modesty.  It
would be a lot easier for you to just stay where you are instead of
crawling up onto the toilet or squatting over the hole.

   "I see your body is starting to agitate, so it's time for you to tell
me. You're saying a lot of things, Erwin, and I'm not listening to them. 
I'm listening for you to tell me you prefer the toilet or the hole, and if
you don't make yourself clear, I'll assume you want to defecate like a rat.

   "Oh, that was pretty clear.  And when I lifted the gate, you scrambled
up onto that toilet pretty fast.  I wonder if you will make the same choice
later when you are exhausted from the sleep deprivation.  Will you still
try to follow your cultural conditioning or will you decide that since you
aren't any different from a rat, there's no need to make the effort?

   "You will be eliminating at the end of every second cycle for the first
two weeks, or around every eight hours.  To get you on the schedule, we'll
use enemas like this at first.  As soon as your body has adjusted to the
new timing, you'll be able eliminate on schedule, and the enemas won't be
necessary.

   "I haven't been watching you to give you a little privacy, but it's been
10 minutes.  Signal me when you're finished, or I'll take a look in two
more minutes.  I hope you haven't been trying to do anything to escape. 
I'm expecting that sooner or later you will, but if you do, there will be
consequences to discourage further attempts that waste research time.

   "Two minutes is up.  I see you've managed to pull some of the wires
apart.  Since I didn't warn you about the consequences earlier, I'm not
going to do anything this time.  Because you've shown me how important it
is to you to use the toilet, that will be your deterrent.  If something
like this happens again during elimination, you will no longer be allowed
into the toilet room, and you won't be allowed to squat over the hole
either.  You'll confined to your hands and knees in the elimination room
and wait like an animal until you can't help letting go.  You'll expel on
the floor, the walls and yourself until you've finished.  Then I'll hose
down the cage and you.

   "OK, Erwin, you've finished with the toilet paper, so please wash your
hands in the sink.  Yes, reach up even though you can't raise your head too
high because of the low wire ceiling.  Did you realize you were in the
guest bathroom?  There, you've managed it.  Now back up through the gate
into the elimination room again.  I'm shutting the gate to the toilet room,
and now I'm opening the gate to the passageway.  You need to back up into
it and keep moving back until you're in the holding pen and I shut the gate
to this passage.

   "That was good, Erwin.  You moved well.  In a day or so, you'll be more
used to this, and I'm sure it will take even less time.  Now, I'm shutting
the gate to the first passage and opening the gate to the second passage.
Please crawl forward and down the passage.  Thank you for your cooperation.

   "Yes, crawl through that gate into the aversion fitting room.  It's the
same size as the elimination room, so you'll be on your hands and knees
again and unable to move much, but just for a few minutes.  And here comes
another tube to go into your anus, but this time, you'll be filled with
oil, not water and only enough to get you slick and slimy in there.  See,
the tube is already coming out.

   "Now, I'm replacing it with a soft, rubber dildo.  It's so spongy that
when I manipulate it, the shape changes, so it's hard for me to get it into
you, but by moving it around and gently pushing it, I'm slowly working all
10 inches into you.  It helps that it's not too thick.  There.  It's as far
as it can go, and all that sticks out is a short tube with a bulb attached
to the end.

   "One more piece of lab equipment needs to be attached.  It's a clear,
round plastic cylinder that goes over your penis and is held in place by a
band around your waist.  OK, that's done.

   "Look at the gate in front of you now, Erwin.  I'm pulling it up so you
can crawl through it into the aversion theater.  To your right, you'll see
a large pile of cushions against the side of the cage.  Please arrange the
cushions so you can sit on them comfortably.  Push them against the side of
the cage and pile them up any way you want and then arrange yourself on
them whichever way you like, as long as you're facing to the right.  Don't
worry about the tube attached to your penis holder or the soft dildo.  I'll
make sure they don't get tangled up.

   "Very good, Erwin.  You are sitting up straight for the moment.  As the
cushions start to give, you'll slide down a little into a more relaxed
position, and that will be perfect for this part of the experiment.

   "Now look straight ahead through the cage.  You'll see I'm lifting the
cover off a large flat-screen monitor.  This is what you will be watching
for the next half-hour.  I've spent a lot of time the last couple of months
putting together your show.  It consists of images and video and a
soundtrack that includes voices and also music.

   "It's a show of women, beautiful women.  They are all races and many
ages.  Some of them you'll recognize because I tracked down several of your
convention hookups, and a couple agreed to pose in sexy photos after I paid
them a lot of money, but most of the women you won't know.

   "Some of the photos and videos will show only faces, some will be of
women fully dressed in every kind of outfit from innocent to seductive. 
There will be women who are barely dressed, and women who are naked and
women who are positioned to receive sex in various ways.  And there is
plenty of hardcore video of women having sex in every possible way, from
the most common to the most perverse and degrading.

   "But, as we both know, that's really a false distinction.  What's
degrading to you could be normal to someone else and vice versa. 
Scientifically, there's no difference.  It just depends on how you're
wired. I know a little bit about how you're wired sexually, but there's a
lot I don't know.  And that's why I've got a tremendous variety of women in
these visuals to stimulate you.  Your wiring will determine your response.

   "As you're watching, I'll be watching you.  When I see even the
slightest reaction to one of the images, I'll note which photo or video it
was and halt the show with the image frozen on the screen.  That's when the
conditioning starts.

   "I see you've slid down a little, but you've got a clear view of the
screen and you've adjusted your knees so the tubes between your legs aren't
bothering you, so let's get started.  I won't say anything until I see a
reaction.  Here comes the first image.

   "Well, that didn't take long, but I didn't expect it would.  I
hypothesized that when the video of the cute young white woman came up and
you saw that giant black penis pushing into her, you'd react, and sure
enough you did.  The goal of the conditioning is for you to no longer
respond to scenes like that, and to achieve that goal, I want you to
associate the image with discomfort.  That's why I'm squeezing the bulb
connected to the soft rubber dildo inside your anus.

   "It's an inflatable dildo, and in a second it will grow enough to cause
some slight discomfort.  There, your shifting legs tell me that you are
starting to respond.  I'll leave it at that level and turn on the pump now.
It's set at the lowest level and has started sucking your penis into the
clear cylinder.  It will continue sucking until you've had an orgasm, and
then it will suck all the semen into this receptacle.

   "You're already beginning to respond to the suction, so it's time to go
back to the bulb and give it another squeeze.  That puts your focus on the
discomfort again, and your penis has wilted.  But the suction continues,
and the penis is slowly rising again.  Now here's another squeeze of the
bulb.  You yelled out that time, so I think your insides are starting to be
stretched enough to hurt.

   "The penis went down, but now it's slowly rising again.  Let's let it
get a little harder this time.  You're moaning now, but it's hard to tell
if it's because of the sucking of your penis or the expansion of the dildo.
Time to squeeze the bulb again.

   "That time your whole body reacted while you screamed, but the penis was
barely affected.  Will another squeeze affect it?  Not much, but you
certainly are sweating and puffing now, and your face shows you're in
tremendous pain.  I think two more squeezes will do it for this time.

   "Your body is thrashing around on the pillows now.  You're totally out
of control because of the pain inside your buttocks, but your penis is
still hard and is even thrusting.  There you go.  Your head is moving
wildly in every direction, so I don't think you noticed the semen coming
out and being sucked into the receptacle.

   "I'm waiting until I don't see any more semen, and then I'll wait
another minute before I relieve the pressure in your bowels.  I want you to
start associating women and sex with unbearable agony, and this was the
first step.  It took about 10 minutes.  Now I'll start the images on the
screen again.  We should be able to go through this once more before our
time is up.

   "You may attempt to disguise your reaction to the stimuli, but my
training and knowledge of you will help me spot any responses.  Within a
few days, I hope there will be negative responses to some of the images,
and by the end of the experiment, I hope all the responses to every woman
and every situation will be negative."

   They went through the aversion cycle one more time, and when it was
over, Erwin was lying on the floor of the cage in a fetal position and
whimpering as tears streamed down his face.  She observed everything and
wrote notes in her lab book.

   After letting him rest 10 minutes, she spoke to him again.  "Erwin," she
said, "it's time for the last part of the therapy, and you'll probably
enjoy this part.  So please get up and crawl backward out through the gate
and back to the holding pen."

   It took him a long time to move back to the holding pen, because each
time he moved his legs, he felt stabs of pain in his anus.  Once he was
there, and the gate had been shut, she said, "There's one more gate, and
I'm opening it now.  This is the gate that leads to pleasure for you and a
positive outcome for my experiment.  I've lifted it now, so you can begin
crawling.  I know you're tired, but in a half-hour or so you will get to
sleep, so please start moving forward.  I think you've had enough pain for
now, so I don't want to use any more to make you respond.

   "That's it.  I don't know if you're responding to the promise of
pleasure yet, but I hope in a few days that's what you'll be doing each
time you crawl down the passage you're going through now.  You've now
entered the attraction fitting room.  It's almost exactly the same as the
aversion fitting room, and that's the idea.

   "You're getting another dildo in your anus, but this one is a lot
thinner and firmer so it's going in easily, and the same kind of sucking
mechanism has been connected to your penis.  Now please go through the next
gate into the attraction theater and get yourself comfortable on the
pillows.  I hear you pleading, but you don't need to.  This is going to be
a lot different.  Look at the screen.  The video's starting.

   "There's only one woman there.  It's your wife, and I'm posing in many
outfits and even different hair styles.  I had a lot of fun doing this one,
especially the dirty poses.  Do you like me in that skimpy outfit?  There,
I saw a slight response for the first time.  Even though I'm trying to be
objective, I must admit that made me happy.  Now I'm turning on the pump
and the remote switch that controls the dildo.  It's set to a gentle
vibration, and as you start responding to the pump, the vibration will
gradually increase to keep pace.  And then you're going to have a
tremendous orgasm from all the pleasurable stimulation.  It will go slowly
because your body is still reacting to the aversion therapy, but I hope we
have time for two pleasure sessions."

   She did manage to produce two emotion-filled orgasms, and then Erwin
collapsed again.  She woke him after 10 minutes and guided him back to the
holding pen, where he stretched out and went to sleep.



   She woke him three hours later and pointed to two bowls she had placed
in the holding pen.  "This is your food, Erwin," she said.  "I did a lot of
nutritional research and prepared enough for all three weeks while you were
gone.  That smelly gruel contains everything your body needs: protein,
carbs, fats, vitamins, fiber.  It's a complete meal, only liquefied.  In
fact, since everything is scientifically balanced, you will be healthier in
three weeks than you are now because this is all you'll eat.  There won't
be any junk in your diet.  You'll have to lap it up like a dog because I'm
not taking chances with any utensils being used for the wrong purposes.

   "You have 15 minutes for your meal, and then I'll take it away.  If you
aren't hungry enough yet, it will be there for you later.  I've measured
everything out so you get the right amount of nutrition during the three
weeks.

   "I see you lapped up all the water, but you looked at the food and
sniffed it and you've decided you're not hungry enough yet.  I know
eventually you'll eat it no matter how bad it smells or tastes, but we may
as well not waste any time, so I'm taking it away for now.  It's time for
exercise.

   "I've devised exercises to keep all your muscles toned, and they'll all
be done here in the holding pen.  Some of them you already know, like
push-ups and upper-body and leg raises lying on your back.  But there are
others that I'll have to teach you that can be done in this cage.  You
probably didn't notice I put a treadmill next to the toilet.  Since you
won't be eliminating during this cycle, I'll lift the ceiling in the
bathroom, and you'll spend some time on the treadmill before going to the
aversion theater.  Part of the experiment is to have you more physically
fit at the conclusion that you were at the beginning."

   The new cycle went smoothly.  Erwin didn't offer any resistance to going
on the treadmill or the aversion therapy.  He was once again exhausted
after finishing the attraction theater session and fell asleep immediately
once he was back in the holding pen.  When she woke him up, he was groggy.
He drank all the water and stuck his tongue into the gruel, but then there
were gagging noises and he quickly moved away from the bowl.

   The elimination room and aversion theater went the same as before, but
there was a change in the attraction theater.  After she attached the
apparatus to his penis and the vibrating dildo was in his anus, she told
him that his progress had been so good that she was moving to the next
phase three cycles before she had originally planned to.

   "I want you to get on your hands and knees," she said.  "You can use the
cushions for your knees if you want, but they aren't necessary, because the
floor is soft and spongy.  I've taken away the flat screen monitor.  You
probably didn't notice the hinged flap in the cage in front of where the
monitor was, but now you see it.  I'm opening it, and you can see that it's
large enough to get your head through.  I'm attaching some spongy rubber to
the wire framing the opening.  Now I want you to stick your head through it
to check and make sure I made it large enough.  That's it.  It works. 
Maybe it's a little larger than necessary.  OK, now you can put your head
back in and look at me.

   "Do you see that I'm naked now, just like you?  You've been looking at
all kinds of women in the aversion theater and experiencing pain when they
aroused you.  And you've been looking at me in the attraction theater while
experiencing tremendous orgasms.  I can't bring live women here for the
aversion therapy, but I do have a live version of me for the attraction
therapy.

   "So I've moved this big, stuffed chair up to the flap in the cage, and
I've got lots of small cushions to help me get into a position that's
comfortable for me and accessible to you.  Let me move this way a little.
There, my legs are spread wide, and my vagina is right in front of you. 
You can see that my juices are already running in anticipation.

   "You've always given me amazing oral satisfaction, and I hope I've done
the same for you.  So all you have to do now is stick your head through the
window and do what you always do.  Usually, you're also holding my legs and
stroking them, but I won't be able enjoy that again for a few more weeks.
For now, it will have to be just your mouth.

   "I'm not going to force you, Erwin.  I thought you might be ready for
real human flesh, but if you aren't, I'll bring back the monitor and you
can watch the images again.  I know you aren't happy with this, but in a
couple more weeks, your conditioning will make you eager and excited
whenever I offer myself to you in any way.  So why not fake it today?

   "I see you're looking at the window and my juicy vagina and thinking
about something.  There you go.  Yes, move right up against the side of the
cage and stick your head through it.  Ohhh!  Your tongue is magic, like it
always is.  I'm turning on the switches to the sucking machine and the
vibrating dildo now.  Ohhh!  There goes my first orgasm.  It looks like you
had one, too.

   He had five orgasms in the half-hour session, and the container that
collected his semen was nearly full.  When he was back in the holding pen,
he fell asleep at once, and when he was awakened, he lapped up the gruel
until the bowl was empty.  The elimination room, aversion theater and
attraction theater all went without a hitch, and the cycles continued to
proceed smoothly for the next few days.  Florence felt that something was
motivating him, but he didn't say what it was and she couldn't figure it
out.

   She found out during a cycle that started in a promising way.  She no
longer had to give him an enema for the elimination room.  He was as
regular as clockwork now.  During the aversion theater, she was able to
eliminate two more types of images and videos that Erwin was no longer
responding to.  There were only five things left that aroused him at all
when he watched other women.

   In the attraction theater, his mouth and tongue brought her to her first
orgasm within seconds, and the orgasms continued cascading down and
immersing her with pleasure.

   And then she woke up with his hands around her neck.  She realized what
had happened.  She was so worn out by her own lack of sleep that the
exhausting orgasms made her nod off and her head fall forward.  He must
have been waiting for that to happen, because he had withdrawn his head
from the window and stuck his hands though and now had a choke hold on her.

   She was alert at once and scared.  She looked at his face.  He was
glowering at her.  But in a couple of seconds, she was no longer scared,
and she smiled at what she saw.  She could tell he was desperate, but also
that he was frustrated because he had made a miscalculation.  They both
knew that a good scientist never begins any kind of procedue without
thinking about and preparing for the step to follow.  Maybe because of the
sleep deprivation, had formed his plan but hadn't thought of what to do
next.  She could tell by his face that he had already realized that.

   "Erwin, before you kill me, I want to say something," she said.  "When
you choke the life out of me, I'll be lying here outside of your cage.  As
we both know, my body will begin decaying, and in a few days, it will be
black and puffy and smell terrible.

   "You might not even smell it, because by then you'll already be smelling
other things.  You'll be able to twist a few wires here and there, but not
enough to get out of the attraction theater.  You won't be able to get to
your food and water, so day by day, you'll get weaker.  You'll foul your
nest and lie in your urine and excrement.

   "I wonder how long it will take for someone to come here after you don't
show up for work in two weeks and nobody answers our phone.  Most likely
they'll find both of us dead and stinking.  If you're still alive, you
won't be human anymore.  They'll put you someplace, another kind of rat
cage, and feed you until you finally die.

   "On the other hand, if you let go of my neck, things will go pretty much
as they have been for another week and a half.  Then, if the experiment has
a positive outcome -- and the data so far seem to indicate there's a good
chance for that -- you will be conditioned to be happy doing what I want
you to do for the rest of your life.  You'll continue getting acclaim and
lots of income for your drug research, and you'll get tremendous
satisfaction at home from me and our children.

   "This episode will have to have consequences to prevent a recurrence and
any other acts of resistance.  You will be in pain.  But it will be of
short duration.  Compare that with death or debilitation.

   "There's a positive aspect to this, too, Erwin, for both of us.  It
shows that even during your conditioning, your mind remains sharp and
agile, capable of thinking outside the cage.  Everything was going so well,
but I was still worried whether the conditioning was going to affect your
abilities as a scientist.  I think this shows both of us that we don't need
to worry about that.

   "All right, Erwin.  I've said my piece.  Now it's up to you whether to
kill me or not.  I think you're too rational to do it, but I also know that
even the best minds have episodes of irrationality, such as the times you
cheated on me.  I'm afraid to die, but as a scientist, I'm also curious
about what you decide."

   He held onto her neck a few more minutes while she smiled at him and he
glared at her.  Then he let go and fell back onto the floor of the cage and
began sobbing.  She ended the attraction session early and moved him back
to the holding pen, where he cried himself to sleep.

   The next time he was in the elimination room, he waited for her to lift
the gate to the bathroom, but she didn't.  As she stuck a tube into his
anus, she said, "Just today, we're going to do something else, Erwin.  I'm
going to give you a real enema, so you'll need to eliminate immediately
into the hole below you.  And then you'll get a second one and do the same
thing.  After that, comes a third one that will fill you with lubricant. 
You won't need to expel that."

   When he had been filled with lube, Florence said.  "Now we're ready for
you to receive the consequences of grabbing my neck.  I'm crawling in here
behind you.  I'm not going to put the expanding dildo into you, but I'm
putting one finger into your anus and moving it in and out.

   "Here's a second finger joining the first, and now a third finger. 
You're taking them fine so far, and maybe you're even getting some pleasure
from them, but I see that the fourth finger was not pleasurable.  I'm
working in and out of you with four fingers now, and there, I've tucked my
thumb behind them and have all five at work.

   "The next thing is for me to slowly push the fingers forward.  I see
you're trying to move away from me and shake your buttocks to get rid of my
fingers, but the cage doesn't give you much space to move, so the pushing
continues.  It's not hard, but it doesn't let up, and I'm starting to feel
-- there, I pushed my hand in to the wrist.  You really rattled your cage
when you reacted.  I hope you didn't hurt yourself.

   "Let's rest like this for a minute.  I'm sure your stretched anal
muscles must be causing a lot of pain now, but we're not done yet.  The
tube irrigated you deep inside your anus, so there's a lot of lube in
there, which will make this easier.  See, I'm starting to push again, and
now my arm is following my hand inside you.  I'm almost to the elbow. 
There's some resistance now, so I'll just wait and keep up the gentle
pressure.  There we go.

   "Now we're nearly done.  My bicep won't give you as much trouble as the
elbow did.  There it goes.  Now I'm inside you all the way to my shoulder.
I'll keep my arm there while I explain that this deterrent is symbolic as
well as painful.  With my arm up you like this, I'm the puppeteer and you
are the puppet.  It's really just another version of I'm the scientist and
you are the rat.  I am in control of your body, and you must go where my
arm goes.

   "If you show any kind of further resistance to the conditioning, I will
be doing this again, and after I do it, I'll add something else a lot more
painful because repeated resistance would call for a stronger deterrent. 
But I'm sure I won't need any more deterrents, because things have been
going so well, and now you know what will happen if you do anything to
impede the experiment.

   "Now I'll begin slowly pulling my arm out.  We'll skip the aversion
theater today and go straight to the attraction theater."

   The next challenge Florence encountered wasn't a major one.  It occurred
a few days later in the attraction theater, when she spread herself wide on
the chair, but instead of presenting her vagina, she slid down on the
cushions and presented her anus.  She saw Erwin looking at her
questioningly.

   "Today is something new for both of us, Erwin," she said.  "I'm doing
this mainly as a test of the conditioning process.  You've been doing a
wonderful job at pleasuring my vagina with your tongue, but you've always
enjoyed doing that.  You've never attempted to do this, so I have a feeling
you didn't want to.  I don't know if I will like it either, but it's
important that you do what I ask you to, whether you want to or not.  I
know it can't be exactly the same, but I want you to do for my anus what
you've been doing for my vagina."

   Erwin's eyes were wide, and he sounded as though he were gagging.  He
just stared at her from inside the case, but he made no move toward the
window to stick his head through.

   "I know you're scared, Erwin," she said, "but we need to do this now, so
please begin."

   He was frozen, and made no move.

   "I could threaten you with the fisting and some more painful persuasion,
but this defiance is at a much lower level than when you attacked me, so
I'll use a gentler form of coercion," she said, lowering her legs.  "I have
the controls for the penis pump and he dildo vibrator in my hands.  Before,
I just turned them onto a low level so you would get continuous pleasure
and ongoing orgasms while you were pleasuring me.

   "But now I'm going to turn the levels of suction and vibration a bit
higher, like they were when you were watching my images.  There.  I see
you're responding to the increased pleasure.  I was observing your
reactions during the image conditioning, and I took a lot of notes.  I
observed a certain breathing pattern that began about 30 seconds before you
came.  It happened every time.

   "I'm going to be watching for it now, and there it is.  I just heard it,
and I immediately turned off both stimulants.  You were startled, I could
tell, because you were sure you were about to explode.  Now we'll wait for
a while.  It may take a minute or so, but I want to look into the
transparent sucking sheath and see that you're totally soft again.  I think
we're there now.

   "Again, I'm starting the vibration in the dildo and the suction and
waiting for that breathing pattern.  That was a lot faster.  I heard it,
and I shut you down again.  Now we'll wait.  Do you see where this is
going?"

   Erwin didn't say anything, but after the fifth time she had built him up
and then deflated him, he screamed as the pump and vibration stopped.  His
face was full of frustration, and there was pain written on it, too.

   "It sounds like your testicles are starting to hurt, Erwin," she said,
"even though I haven't touched them.  When you're ready to do what I tell
you, just say yes, and I'll stop the pleasure torture."

   He immediately said, "Yes," and said it loud.  He was lying back on the
cushions waiting for her to turn the knobs so he could finally get his
release.  After a few seconds, when nothing happened, he looked at her. 
She had positioned herself again on the chair, with her legs spread wide
and her anus open and pushed toward the opening in his cage.

   "I'm not going to start anything until you've worked on me for a while,"
she said.  "So come over here and begin."

   He groaned but moved to the opening and stuck his head through and put
his mouth at her anus.  He stayed like that for a while and took some deep
breaths before he finally stuck his tongue out.  It went back in right away
as he began making gagging sounds and moved his head away.

   "If you need to, just throw up on the floor, and I'll hose it down," she
said.  "This is a major step in my experiment, so I'll be patient with you.
As long as I see you're trying, you can take as much time as you want.

   It took a few more false starts, but finally Erwin began running his
tongue over Florence's anus.  Over the course of the next few cycles, she
gradually got him to lick the hair in her crack and then push his tongue
deep into her anus and move it in and out of her like a penis.  The first
time he did that, he actually threw up, and Florence did hose him down and
then gave him a towel and let him sleep in the holding pen.

   After that, it went more smoothly.  He was even more eager to please her
vagina now, because it meant she wasn't presenting her anus, except for the
one time he had given her a few orgasms with his tongue at her vagina and
then she had slid down and told him to continue in her ass.  He went to
pieces, and she decided she'd better stick to one orifice or the other at
each session and not mix them.

   Although she was ambivalent about his tonguing of her anus at first, she
found that she was beginning to be stimulated by it.  She decided it was
partly because he was so repulsed by it.  Then she decided to try
stimulating her vagina with her fingers while his tongue was penetrating
her anus.  She nearly fainted from the power of the orgasms she achieved.
That was when she knew that her experiment had produced one of those
unexpected byproducts that scientists exult over.  She had discovered
something that would be a regular part of their sex life from now on.

   Her next sub-project was controlling his orgasms.  Before the
experiment, there were times when she wasn't in the mood for sex, often
when she was totally worn out because she had to stay late to work with her
rats.  But because Erwin was so expectant, she rarely turned him down. 
Although he usually came fast, sometimes when she wanted it to be over
quickly so she could go to sleep, he seemed to last forever, and by the
time he was finished, she felt like she had been pounded into pulp.

   To fix this, she began using the controls while he was eating out her
vagina or anus.  When she heard his breathing pattern indicate that the
suction and vibration had him on the verge of coming, she yelled out "Come!
Come!  Come!" She played with various settings of the controls, the lower
ones that made him last longer and the higher that brought him to the edge
quickly.  Each time she heard he was getting close, she yelled "Come! 
Come! Come!" just before he came.

   After five cycles, she tested this conditioning.  He was pleasuring her
anus with his mouth, and his stimulation was on a moderate level.  His
breathing was steady.  "Come!  Come!  Come!" she said.

   He lifted his head in surprise and looked at her and then looked down at
the suction sheath.  She looked there, too, and she saw he had come, and
his semen was being sucked into the receptacle.  She smiled at him and felt
a sense of accomplishment.  After that, she didn't have to play with the
controls anymore.  Whether it was one minute or 15 minutes after his
stimulation began, whenever she shouted "Come!  Come!  Come!" he came
within 30 seconds, and as more cycles went by, the 30 seconds decreased to
the point that he began coming almost before the third word was finished.

   A week had gone by (but because of the short sleep and training cycles,
it seemed like much longer) when he crawled into the attraction theater and
was startled to see her crawl in behind him.  She was naked, and once he
sat against some cushions, she sat on some others facing him.

   "It's time to move to organic stimulation and away from the mechanical,"
she said.  "Today, we're going to have sex without any machines.  Because
you're so tired from lack of sleep, I'll be doing the work, even though
I've had less sleep than you, so lie down on your back." He responded
almost instantly to her hands manipulating his genitals, and when she rode
him, he was so excited that she heard the signs of orgasm almost
immediately.  She stopped and waited until he calmed down, and then she
resumed.  She had to stop and wait four times until she felt her first
orgasm, and then she kept going and had three more.  Then he came hard
while giving a joyful shout and then collapsed.  She tried in vain to
revive him for a second round, and then she dragged him back to the holding
pen and let him sleep.

   He was so aroused by having sex with her instead of the suction machine
and dildo that this happened again next time.  His excitement also excited
her, but she also felt slightly frustrated that she had to manage the sex
instead of being able to let go and enjoy herself like he was doing.  After
this happened a third time, she started thinking.  When she was tired, she
knew that "Come!  Come!  Come!" would make him finish immediately.  But
what about when she wanted him to last longer?  Would she always have to
focus on holding him back?  Was there a way to condition him to last
longer?

   She eventually concluded that such training was far beyond the scope of
what she was doing.  And besides, the problem wasn't the length of time. 
It was that unless she was monitoring him, he might finish before her and
fall asleep leaving her frustrated.  Then she thought of the solution,
rejected it as too gross and finally decided to try it anyway.

   The next session in the attraction room, she didn't try to hold him
back, and he came two minutes after she began riding him.  She waited until
she felt him become soft inside her.  His eyes were starting to blink, and
she knew he would soon be sound asleep.  Slowly she raised her body and
moved forward over his belly to his chest, then to his neck, then over his
face.  She adjusted her position and then lowered herself.

   As her vagina came down on his mouth, Erwin, who was half asleep
already, tried to turn his head away, but she grabbed his head with both
hands and held it steady as she looked at him.  He blinked a couple of
times, and then he woke up and looked around in confusion.  When he saw
what she had done, his eyes grew wide.  He was totally awake now, and
behind her, she felt his body moving to try to escape and his legs kicking.
But she held his head firmly and sat with her vagina pressed against his
tightly closed mouth.

   "This was not part of the original experiment, Erwin," she said, "but
you and I know that sometimes the early data indicate other fruitful areas
of exploration, and this one was obvious.  What I'm testing is whether we
can have a mutually satisfying sexual encounter even when you come before I
do.  The hypothesis says that after you come, you can still satisfy me with
only a brief interruption by using your mouth.  The challenge, of course,
is that you've never tasted semen, and from what I can remember, you've
always carefully avoided any contact with it.  I sometimes wondered how you
could be so squeamish about it and didn't mind at all how I felt when you
came in my mouth.

   "I don't enjoy the taste and smell of it either, Erwin, but I do it for
you, and I'm going to train you to do it when you come too soon.  I don't
think I can train you to enjoy it, but that's OK.  It will become a
motivator for you to train yourself to last longer, so that you can bring
me to orgasm before you, or at least at the same time.  That will be the
only way you will be able to avoid having to use your mouth on me and,
during the process, having to swallow the semen you've deposited."

   As she spoke, she saw his eyes dart around frantically.  He understood,
but he wasn't going to cooperate.  She felt sorry for him for a moment,
because he was so afraid of eating his come.  But then she realized that as
soon as she trained him, he would go longer be afraid, only repelled.

   "Your mouth is tightly shut, Erwin," she said, "but you need to open it
and start using your tongue on my vagina the way you do to give me those
amazing orgasms that usually turn you on.  The only difference is that this
time, you'll be swallowing your semen in addition to my juices.

   "I could pinch your nostrils right now, so that you would feel like
you're being smothered.  That would force you to open your mouth.  But I
don't think that will be necessary.  I'd rather use pleasure on you, so I'm
hooking you up to the sucking machine and inserting the vibrating dildo
inside your anus now.  There, we're all ready.  Now I'm going to start you
off slowly and build you up until I see in your eyes that you're ready to
come.  You know what happens then."

   He was so scared of opening his mouth, that it took her five
stimulations to the edge of orgasm before he responded.  She could tell
that that the pain and frustration were tremendous the fifth time and yet
he still wouldn't yield.  But the sixth time, almost as soon as the sucking
and vibration started, he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out.  She
turned off the stimulation, and he began shaking.

   "Don't get upset, Erwin.  I'll turn it right back on as soon as your
tongue gives me my first orgasm," she said.  "From the excitement I'm
feeling right now, that won't be long." It took less than a minute.  She
was looking down at the come flowing into his mouth as he choked on it and
swallowed while his tongue was frantically probing inside her and playing
with her clitoris.  The sight of him and the feeling of his tongue made her
lose control, and her body rose and fell on top of him as if she were
pounding him with a hammer.  Then she turned the stimulation on, and in
seconds, he was having a huge orgasm, too.

   She used the pleasure torture a few more times, and then decided to
stimulate him without the equipment.  To speed things up, she yelled out
"Come!  Come!  Come!" only a minute after she began riding him, and then
she turned around and got into a 69 position and lowered her vagina on his
mouth while her mouth sucked him in and her fingers played with his
testicles.  Sometimes she inserted a finger into his anus.  She found that
worked as well as the mechanical aids.  After using her fingers and mouth
one time to bring him to the edge and then frustrate him, he no longer
resisted swallowing his come.  From then on, she just pleasured him.

   One time, she lowered herself on his mouth but didn't begin sucking
right away.  She noticed that he was already eagerly working away at her,
so she waited and did nothing.  He continued nonstop, giving her multiple
orgasms until she had enough and rose off of him.  She looked at his face,
covered, as usual, with the sperm that had poured onto it from her vagina
and was about to tell him that she was going to pleasure him now.  But he
was already fast asleep.

   A few more tests showed that once he came inside her, he really didn't
care if she brought him off again.  All he cared about was finishing her
off as fast as possible to stop the semen pouring into his mouth and over
his face.  After that, he just wanted to sleep.  She went back to facing
him as she sat on his mouth, because she saw that he still was repulsed by
his semen, and the sight of him dealing with it gave her the most intense
orgasms of all.

   Ten days into the experiment, she was feeling exhilarated.  Everything
was going as well or even better than she had expected, and she had
discovered some things that were going to make it even more successful than
she could have imagined.  Then she hit the wall.

   She knew from experience that this could happen in the most successful
experiments, so she was not surprised.  At first she underestimated the
problem and thought that it could be solved using the techniques she had
developed.  But nothing worked.

   The problem occurred in the aversion theater.  She had conditioned Erwin
to react negatively to every kind of woman and every kind of sex, except
for one stubborn type that resisted all her efforts.  She saw that he was
trying hard to avoid reacting to anal sex, but whenever it showed up in any
way, sometimes just in a photo of a curvaceous fully dressed woman taken
from the rear, he couldn't help reacting, even though she kept increasing
the pain from the expanding dildo while he was sucked to orgasm.

   When she saw that she couldn't expand the dildo any further without
causing internal injuries, she added other kinds of pain.  She enveloped
his penis and testicles with the sleeve of a blood pressure apparatus and
kept tightening it until he screamed from the pain.  But he still reacted
to images of anal sex.

   After one particularly painful session, when he was still shaking and
crying, she was so tired from lack of sleep and so frustrated that she
burst into tears.  "I'm so sorry, Erwin," she said.  "I don't want to hurt
you like this.  I can't understand why I can't get beyond this wall.  We
are so close to success on my experiment, and yet I can't solve this final
problem."

   Erwin stopped whimpering and began breathing deeply.  She could see he
was trying to keep himself from shaking but it was hard.  Then she heard
his voice.  He was trying to say something.

   From the beginning of the experiment, she understood that he was a
smart, unwilling test rat.  She knew how persuasive he could be, so she
simply tuned out everything he was saying.  After a while, he could see
that talking was pointless, so he didn't bother speaking unless a response
was necessary.  So why was he saying something now?  He knew he wasn't
going to get her to stop trying to solve this problem.  Had he thought of a
new way to trick her into stopping the experiment?  Her success to this
point made her confident that he couldn't do that, but she was curious as
to what he would try, so she listened to him and tried to understand what
he was saying.

   It took him a while to control his shaking long enough for him to become
understandable.  He was repeating two words.  Finally, she could understand
him.

   "OK, Erwin," she said.  "Don't try to speak.  Just nod.  Did you say,
'Insufficient data'?" He nodded.

   "Are you telling me that's the reason for the problem?"

   He nodded.

   She thought for a while.  "OK," she finally said.  "Either you're trying
to manipulate me to stop hurting you, which is OK, because you're again
showing that this conditioning is not affecting your brain functions, or
you're trying to help me, which is even better.  So I'm suspending the
experiment until I find out.  You can go to the holding pen now and sleep.
I won't wake you up after three hours this time, because I want you to rest
until you're alert enough to have a conversation."

   Even though she didn't wake him, he only slept four hours.  His body has
adjusted to the experiment, she thought, and wondered whether there would
be any problems in getting his body clock back to normal in the final few
days, and her body clock, too.

   She sat down outside the holding pen, and they looked at each other. 
She tried to guess what he was up to by looking at his face, but he didn't
seem to be trying to hide anything.  That could just mean he's learned how
to do it better, she thought.

   She spoke first.  "I'm waiting," she said.  "Tell me what you meant by
insufficient data."

   His voice was weak but firm.  "Thanks for finally listening to me,
Florence," he said, "but I'm not going to tell you anything unless you stop
hurting me."

   "You know that if you don't tell me anything, I'll have to go back to
what I was doing," she said, "and that means more pain.  I don't want to do
that, which is why I'm listening to you, but I will continue if I have to."

   "You're a scientist, Florence," he said.  "If you were irrational, you
wouldn't care that I have the information to help you solve your problem.
But you're like me.  It will kill you when you think about this later and
realize you had the chance to get the data and didn't."

   "OK," she said.  "Let's stop playing word games.  Tell me what you want
from me."

   "What I really want is for you to end this right now," he said, "but I
know I'm not going to get that.  So if you want the missing data, you have
to agree to shut down the aversion theater immediately.  After I tell you,
you'll understand that it's no longer useful to you anyway, but I just want
to make sure.  Since you're a committed ethical scientist, I want your word
on it."

   She was silent as she pondered his words.  Her first inclination was to
agree immediately, but as a scientist, she knew she had to remain
skeptical. Was there something else going on here beside the obvious
attempt to avoid further pain?  Finally, she decided that she had to take a
chance on being tricked.

   "OK," she said.  "I agree.  I'm sure you know what I was doing, but I'm
going to spell it out so there's no misunderstanding.  You are highly
attuned to anal sex, and my efforts to condition you to eliminate that
desire haven't succeeded yet.  You now are conditioned for aversion to sex
with any woman except me -- in every way except for anal sex.  If you can
give me a solution to that problem that doesn't involve further pain to
you, I will suspend further procedures involving pain.  That's all I agree
to.  If that satisfies you, all you have to do now is tell me the
solution."

   "I agree to what you just stated," he said, "so here's my statement of
your solution." He paused and smiled at her.  "There is no solution."

   She smiled back at him.  That wasn't much of a trick, she thought. 
Maybe his mind is exhausted after all.  "Unless you can support that
statement, our agreement is null," she said.

   "Of course, I can support it," he said.  "Did you think I was trying to
trick you, Florence?  Yes, you did.  I'm disappointed in you.  It's my
second disappointment since this whole thing started.  I'm not disappointed
in your experiment as you explained it on the first day.  I wondered at the
time whether I might have come up with something similar if the situation
had been reversed.  I don't think I would have had the detachment to do it,
like you have, but I did see the logic in it.

   "No, the first disappointment was when I realized you were starting your
experiment on the basis of a faulty conclusion from insufficient data.  You
didn't do enough preliminary research, and that's not like you.  I have the
feeling it was because you let your emotions blind your rational thinking,
though there's no way for me to prove that."

   "I don't want to interrupt you," said Florence, "but I do need to remind
you of a couple of things, and then I'll shut up.  Number one, you're not
justifying the statement you just made about your claim that there is no
solution.  Number two, I know you are much better than I am at being
persuasive, so I'm only going to listen to you for a short time.  If there
is no substance in what you say, only attempts to manipulate my emotions,
I'm going to tune you out and resume the experiment until it's concluded.
I'll try to find ways to solve the last problem that aren't painful to you,
but I won't make any promises since I'll consider our agreement void."

   "Fair enough," he said.  "This won't take long.  But you will have to
participate by answering some questions.  You say you actually met some of
my sexual partners and got two to pose for your aversion images.  There
weren't that many, so you probably found all of them.  Did you interview
any of them?"

   "No."

   "Why not?"

   "Because I didn't need to.  I researched them without their knowledge
and found out everything I needed to."

   "And from your research, you concluded that I was not a serial adulterer
and there was no pattern.  At least you got half of that right."

   "What do you mean?  Did you cheat more often and manage to hide it?  Did
you cheat in town as well as at conferences?"

   "No.  The serial part is the part you got right.  I rarely cheated. 
Since you knew that, why didn't you ask yourself why I cheated at all?"

   "I did, and I decided it must have happened randomly at times when you
were vulnerable.  Maybe you were drunk, or the woman was especially
attractive or persuasive?"

   "What was the data that led to that conclusion?" he said.  She didn't
answer.

   "There was no data, because you never spoke to the women.  And there was
one other person you could have spoken to who had all the information you
were looking for.  Why are you crying, Florence?  Are you crying as a
woman. or as a scientist who realizes she made a mistake that only an
undergraduate would make?

   "I can't prove it, but I think the data point to the fact that you were
acting as an emotionally charged woman, not as a scientist when you were
preparing the experiment.  Otherwise, why didn't you talk to any of the
women?  Most of all, why didn't you talk to me?  Maybe they wouldn't have
told you what you wanted to know, or maybe I wouldn't have, but how could
you know?

   "You should have known me well enough to know I would have been
embarrassed, unhappy and apologetic, and I would have begged you to not
divorce me.  But it wouldn't have been hard for you to get me to tell you
what happened.  You see, there was a pattern.  You didn't see it because
you wanted to avoid the emotional confrontations it would take to get the
information.  But that's no excuse.  You do research all the time into
sexual pathology, so those emotionally wrenching confrontations are
something you're used to.  But when it came to yourself, you couldn't face
them.

   "You failed as a scientist in this case, but I'm happy that you did,
because your failure kept me from despising you during this experiment. 
When I was hurting and exhausted, I clung to your failure.  I thought I was
close to you, and when you started treating me like a rat, I thought I
didn't know you at all.  But when I realized you were doing all of this
because you were scared to find out what I was really doing and why, it
made me love you all over again.  The chemicals in our brains work in
strange ways.

   "OK, I don't want you getting impatient, so here's the pattern that you
never discovered, until you began torturing me.  You've already uncovered
it, even though you didn't make the connection.  It's all about anal sex.

   "Whether it was physical or because they were groupies trying to get
some glory by seducing a successful researcher, I've had women scientists
approaching me for many years, before and after we were married.  Nothing
ever happened until a few years ago when I was talking to one of them in a
hotel bar, and she told me that I was really missing out, because she would
do anything I wanted in bed, including things my wife would probably never
do.  I don't know why -- actually, I do know now, but I didn't then. 
Anyway, for some reason, I asked her, are you talking about anal sex?  And
she said, sure, she loved anal sex.

   "It turned out she was lying, because I was the first man she had ever
taken in her ass, and I had to stop because she began screaming.  But when
I pulled out, she went to the bathroom for a while, and when she came back,
she said she wanted to try again.  It still hurt her a lot, and I wanted to
stop, but she wouldn't hear of it.  Afterwards, she asked me if I were
willing to please her orally, and I did.  She had a lot of orgasms, and
before I left her room, she said it was worth the pain.

   "You know we talked about anal a couple of times before we got married
and maybe a couple of times after that, but you were so turned off and
scared by the subject that I just dropped it.  I told myself that our life
was so good, including our sex life, that even though I had enjoyed it with
other women before I met you, it wasn't necessary.

   "But that episode with the groupie at the conference released what I had
been repressing.  My mind is so hard wired for anal intercourse that my
reasoning is no match.  I didn't go looking for it, but when a woman would
come on to me, I would ask her how wild she was in bed.  They all said they
were wild, but when I asked them to tell me the crazy stuff they would do,
most of them ended up backing off.  Except every once in a while, one of
them would guess what I was after and tell me it was no problem.  After the
first one, I always made sure they knew what they were getting into.

   "I thought about telling you several times, but then I reasoned that all
it would do was hurt us both.  If you accepted it, then I would be upset,
because you shouldn't accept that kind of behavior in a marriage.  I
wouldn't accept it from you.  And if you decided to divorce me over it, I
would be even more upset, and it wouldn't make you any happier either.

   "Now you know why you get low marks on preliminary research.  Because if
you had sufficient data, you would have realized that even if you had
tortured me to the point of mutilation, my inclination toward anal sex
would still be there.

   "I tried to tell you all this right at the beginning, but you weren't
listening to me.  I'm not faulting you on that, because you knew that I
would say anything to get you to stop.  You had no idea that I might even
tell you the truth."

   He stopped speaking and sat looking at her.  She was looking at him and
crying.  Finally, she spoke.

   "So are you saying that this whole experiment was flawed and useless,
Erwin?" she said.

   "No, Florence, not at all," he said quickly.

   "But if I had known that all you were after was anal sex, and I couldn't
change that, I would never have started this," she said.

   "Don't think like that," he said.  "You did what you did, and we are
where we are now.  You've succeeded in conditioning me to some things
without turning me into a babbling imbecile, so your experiment was partly
successful.  I'm not going to divorce you -- or I should say, that's not my
intention at this moment.  I've told you about the solution to your final
problem, and if you break our agreement and continue to hurt me for no
reason, I'm not sure what I'll do."

   "Oh no, Erwin," she said.  "I'm not going to do that.  But I see you're
tired, and I am exhausted.  I'm going to bed, and when I wake up, I'm going
to think about what you told me and what it means to our lives.  When you
wake up, we'll talk about where we're going from here."

   He smiled at her and stretched out in the holding pen.  I should have
offered to let him out, she thought, but he's already asleep.  Without
thinking, she put a bowl of gruel and a bowl of water in the pen and then
went to bed.

   She looked at the clock when she woke up and found that she'd slept more
than 10 hours.  She rushed to the holding pen, but she saw Erwin was fast
asleep.  He had woken up earlier, she noticed, because the bowls of food
and water were empty.  She sat there thinking for more than an hour before
she saw him stirring.

   Before he could say anything, she began to speak.  "I've been watching
you and thinking about what you told me," she said.  "I thought about
aborting the experiment.  That's what you'd like, isn't it?  I'd like that,
too, but as a scientist, I know that no matter what turns up during an
experiment, the last resort is to abort.  The only reason would be if
there's no reason to continue.

   "At first, it didn't seem as if there was any reason to go on.  There
are only six days left now, and I've accomplished everything I wanted,
except for one thing.  And as you pointed out, there's no way to accomplish
that.

   "But as I thought about it, I realized that I was not looking at the
problem the right way.  The problem is not that you are hard-wired to want
anal sex.  The real problem is that because that's the way your brain
works, it makes you vulnerable.  Or to put it another way, since the only
way you can get anal sex is by cheating, you're going to cheat, and even
though we've aired this problem and I know you're going to try harder --
yes, I see you nodding, Erwin, and I believe you -- there is a good chance
that you will someday cheat again.

   "But there is a way to prevent that, and it's the same way that I've
been conditioning you to overcome what I thought was your problem --
desiring an occasional other woman.  I used the aversion theater to make
having sex with anyone else associated in your mind with pain and
humiliation.  And I used the attraction theater to make having sex and
pleasing me associated with intense pleasure.

   "The inclination to anal sex didn't respond to the tremendous pain I
inflicted on you.  But there is another approach, one that I didn't think
of because -- well because, it's unthinkable for me.  But you made me think
of it, and for the last hour, as I watched you sleeping, I've been asking
myself whether I can go through with it.  Because to do that, I would have
to supply the pleasure, and supplying your pleasure would mean pain to me.
But as the researcher, sometimes you have to meet the rat halfway in order
for the experiment to produce the desired outcome, and I've decided that's
what I'm going to do.

   "This is going to be hard on me, and as you'll see, it's also going to
be hard on you.  Believe me, Erwin, I've tried to come up with every reason
for not doing this, but as a scientist, I finally couldn't avoid it,
because I honestly think it stands a good chance for success.  So from this
second, we're going back to the earlier regimen, except for the aversion
theater, which I promised I would shut down.  And you're right, it wouldn't
help anyway at this point.

   "So please move forward to the elimination room and the toilet room, and
when you've finished there, we're both going to the attraction room."

   When they were both naked in the attraction room, she said.  "Today, I'm
giving you my ass for the first time, Erwin.  I never thought much about
your equipment before, except for the fact that you knew how to use it to
bring me a lot of pleasure, but I just looked at it now and realized it was
really large.  I'm scared to death right now, but I'm going to hold on as
long as I can."

   She got up on her hands and knees and waited.  Erwin watched her but
didn't move.  "What are you waiting for," she said.

   "Are you sure you want to do this?" he said.

   "No--yes," she said.  "Damn it, Erwin, get going before I change my mind
or get hysterical."

   He got up behind her and looked at her anus.  He saw it was shiny from
the lube she had used.  As the tip of his penis touched her, she flinched
and then held her breath.  He pushed forward and concentrated on trying to
keep his intrusion so slow that it seemed like he was barely moving.  It
didn't help her, he noticed, because from the minute he was into her, she
began shaking and making soft sobbing sounds in between taking deep
breaths. Finally, she said, "Please go faster, Erwin.  This is
excruciating. I want to finish as fast as I can."

   He moved a little faster and soon was all the way in.  When he began
pulling out, she screamed and then stopped herself.  "Faster!" she said
through clenched teeth.  He pulled almost all the way out and then pushed
back in a little faster.  He continued to increase the pace and she began
puffing to try to ease the pain.

   He started to get excited by her muscles spasming out of control around
his penis, and he moved in and out faster.  Then she screamed loudly,
"Come! Come!  Come!" and began sobbing uncontrollably.  He pulled out one
more time, and as he pushed in, he came, even though he didn't feel like he
was ready.  He pushed deep into her and stayed that way as she cried and he
felt her spasming, which kept him aroused.  Finally, she stopped and after
a while he became soft.  He tried to pull out carefully, but she still
jerked a few times and cried out.

   When he pulled out and sat down, she collapsed onto the floor of the
cage and wept.  She lay there while he watched her.  Gradually the tears
stopped, but she still didn't move.  He heard her breathing slowing down.
Then she took a couple of deep breaths and began moving.  He was resting
against some cushions and didn't see her grab his ankles and pull him down
flat on the floor.  He tried to get up, but she had gotten on top of him,
facing him as if she were getting ready to mount him.  She was sitting on
his stomach, and now she bounced up and down on it a few times.

   It knocked the wind out of him, and he stopped trying to get up.  He was
lying there trying to breathe when he felt her move back on him to get into
the 69 position.  But this time, she didn't move all the way back. 
Instead, she lowered her anus toward his face.  He saw it looked red and
bruised, and there was a drop of his semen in the middle of it.

   "No," he yelled.

   "Yes, Erwin," she said calmly.  "You're going to eat out my ass now.  I
know you don't like that, and getting an assful of come in your mouth will
make it even worse.  But you're going to do it.  I'm ready to attach the
sucking machine and the vibrating dildo to start your pleasure torture if
you'd rather do it that way.  But one way or another, you're going to do
it.

   "It will save time if you reason it out.  See, from now on, I'm going to
give you my ass every cycle until the experiment is over.  You'll be
getting all your anal at home from this day forward.  It won't be every
day, or even every week, but hopefully often enough to keep you from
straying.  But each time you pound my ass, you're going to eat your come
out of it, and I'm going to attempt to pleasure myself into orgasm while
you do it.  That's part of my conditioning process that will help me to
allow you into my anus.

   "So we can do this the easy way or I can hook you up and we can do it
the hard way.  It's your choice.  Take your time thinking about it.  I
won't rush you.  We don't have many days left, but the rest of the time,
we'll be focusing on this."

   She heard him underneath her.  He was gagging, and then he cried a
little.  Then she felt his tongue in the area between her vagina and anus,
and then it stopped and there was more gagging.  Inside her anus, she still
felt tremendous pain, but she noticed she was starting to get aroused. 
Then she felt his tongue go across her anus, and her excitement mounted. 
She touched herself and found her juices flowing.  She began moving her
fingers across her clitoris.

   He continued licking for a while and then he took a breath and stuck his
tongue inside her.  That's when she took off like a rocket.  Her anus
spasmed around his tongue and pushed out semen into his mouth and all over
his face as she had orgasm after orgasm.  It was amazing, she thought, but
then they were over, and all that was left was the strong pain that
radiated from inside her anus all over her body.

   The pleasure wasn't worth the pain, she decided as she lay there.  But
I'm going to have to accept it, like Erwin will have to accept eating his
come from my anus.  It's the only way we can move on.  I've got to
gradually build up to where he can spend as much time as he wants in my ass
and I don't have to use the words that make him come.  If I don't, he might
resent that I'm cheating him out of truly enjoying anal sex with me.  So he
might still be susceptible to another woman.

   If I can use other techniques to arouse him, he'll probably come quickly
anyway and won't feel cheated.  I can't take too many chances.  He took a
tremendous dose of pain, and that anal urge was still there, so I've got to
do this for him.  Maybe after a while, it won't hurt so much or feel so
dirty and I can enjoy him eating his semen from my anus without so much
pain afterward.  She lifted herself up and looked at him.  He was asleep,
and his face was filthy.  I'll let him sleep now and hose him off when he
wakes up, she thought.

   Later, he gazed at her silently as she spoke.  "I'm not going to subdue
you by jumping on your stomach anymore, Erwin," she said.  "Next time you
go into the attraction theater, I'm going to put restraints on you.  Your
arms will be attached to the sides of the cage, so you'll be able to have
anal sex with me in the doggy position, and then I'll be able to slide you
down on your back without much trouble and get on top of you so you can eat
my ass full of your semen.

   "We don't have too much time left for this, so this last conditioning
will be more intense.  I saved all the semen that the sucking machine
pulled out of you.  I don't know why, but now it will be handy.  I've got
almost a half-gallon.  After I give you my ass and you eat your deposit
out, I'm going to heat up the old semen and inject it into my anus with a
syringe.  There will be a lot more in there than you can deposit any one
time.

   "You're going to eat out at least two additional assfuls each cycle. 
When you do, I'm going to suck you and give you some nice orgasms at the
same time.  I want you to continue associating pleasure with the
degradation of eating your semen from my anus.  I don't expect you to ever
like it, because I know that I will never like anal.  But I hope we can
both endure what we need to."

   Two days before he was due to return to work, she opened the holding
pen. He sat looking at her for a while and then slowly crawled out.  She
helped him get to his feet and held onto him as he walked around the house.
He saw her rat cage construction from the outside for the first time and
told her she had done a good job.

   That night she walked him upstairs to their bedroom and encouraged him
to make love on top of her for the first time in over three weeks.  They
were both tentative, but after a while, they got into the groove and both
had satisfying orgasms.  She came just seconds after him.  She wondered if
he was thinking about that and was prepared to use his tongue if he had to.

   They didn't say anything after they cleaned up, and both of them fell
asleep almost immediately.  She woke up with a start.  It was morning, and
he wasn't there.  She jumped out of bed and threw on a robe.  Her mind was
racing.  Had he run away in the night and left her for good?  Had she
destroyed their marriage?  Had he done something violent to himself?  She
began crying as she raced down the stairs, and then she smiled.  He had
crawled back into the holding pen and was sleeping like a baby.

   That day there was no sex, but they didn't talk much either as they
watched television.  She awoke in the middle of the night to find him
missing again, but he was back in the holding pen.  I guess he finds it
more comforting there than to sleep in the same bed with me, she thought.
Once the experiment is finished, I need to give him a lot of nurturing and
tenderness.  I miss doing that, but I've got to be the scientist a little
longer.  This isn't over yet.

   She called in sick the day he went back to work, and she spent most of
the day worrying.  Would he come home?  What would he be like when he came
home?  Could she do what she had to do?

   She was at the window watching as he pulled into their circular driveway
and came to the door.  When he opened it and stepped in, she embraced him
and gave him a tender kiss.  "I'm so glad you're home, Erwin," she said.

   "Me, too," he said, looking at her.  She steeled herself.

   "Now please give me your briefcase while you take off all your clothes.
Please put them on the chair here and crawl around our pretty screen into
your holding pen.  That's it.  Now let me lock it behind you while you
crawl into the elimination room first.  When you finish in the toilet room,
we're going to the attraction theater, where I'm going to give you some
nice anal sex.  I'll try to hang on a little longer today than last time.
Yes, I'm happy that you appreciate my efforts, Erwin.  It helps me to know
how much this means to you.

   "Afterward, you'll get to eat out my anus while I pleasure myself, and
then you'll get another assful of warm come to eat while I give you an oral
orgasm.  There's not much semen left from the sucking machine, so soon
there won't be any extra for you.  I don't think you'll miss it that much.
That was a joke, Erwin.

   "Then we're going to get out of the cages and wash up and have a great
dinner that I've cooked for you.  And then we're going to bed, and I'm
going to hold you while we're naked, and if that arouses us, we'll have
slow and tender sex.  I hope you stay in bed all night tonight.  I can't
wait until I wake up next to you."

   The next day she went back to work, but she left early to make sure she
was home before he was.  He followed her orders again, and everything went
smoothly that day and the rest of the work week.

   On Saturday, she made a decision.  When they were eating breakfast, she
said, "I was prepared to call in sick to both of our labs Monday morning in
case I needed another week to reinforce the training.  But now I don't
think that will be necessary.  So today, I thought we'd tear down the lab
equipment and get our house back to normal.  Wait.  Where are you going?"

   "Just to the garage," he said without turning around.  "You told me it
took you three days to put your experiment together, but with my power
tools, I'll get everything to the junkyard in less than two hours."

   She watched him while she sipped a cup of coffee.  He seemed relaxed,
calm and focused, as he quickly dismantled her experiment.  A thought came
into her head as she watched him, and it bothered her.  She tried to
dismiss it, but it was one of those ideas that wouldn't be willed away.  In
fact, after he put the pieces of the experiment into the trunk of his car
and drove off, she couldn't stop thinking of it, even while she was
preparing lunch.  It was getting her more upset by the minute, so she tried
to analyze it scientifically.

   There was no data to support the idea, she decided, but she still
couldn't let go of it.  When they sat down to lunch, she hesitated, but
then she decided to share her thoughts with Erwin.

   "When I saw how fast you responded to disassembling my experiment this
morning, I was pleased at first," she said.  "But then this idea came into
my mind, and I can't get rid of it.  I didn't really order you to do that.
I just brought it up as something I was considering.  But you acted like it
was a command and completed it much faster than I would have imagined.  Was
it because you were enthusiastically responding to my implied desire?  Or
was it only because you hated looking at it and what it reminded you of? 
Did you just interpret my words to do what you were dying to do?  I can't
stop thinking about that question.

   "It's crazy, but do you know what I'm thinking?  Even though I have my
lab book full of data, and your responses are all still consistent with the
desired outcome, there's really no way to empirically conclude that the
conditioning worked.  What if it wore off in two days, and everything
you're doing right now is from your own decisions?

   "What if the chemicals in your brain that produce the feeling called
love are back in control, and everything you're doing to please me is
because of love and not because of the conditioning.  What if the whole
experiment was a failure?"

   She looked at him as he swallowed what he was chewing.  Then a smile
came over his face.  "You're a world-class scientist, Florence," he said,
"but all of us are fallible.  We always have to fight against giving in to
unreasonable human emotions in our work.

   "You know that sometimes after we finish an experiment, there are still
doubts.  Did the rats really confirm or negate the hypothesis?  Maybe they
responded the way they did for reasons we are unaware of.  As much as we
control the tests, we can't be perfect.

   "A scientist who gives in to feelings like that will never be as
successful as you have been.  The true scientist knows that when the
experiment is over, you accept the results and move on to the next
experiment.  As additional data come in and they don't negate the initial
conclusions, you continue to assume that you were correct.  Otherwise, you
would be paralyzed and unable to do anything worthwhile.

   "Your experiment achieved your positive outcome, so you need to accept
that and move on.  Does that answer your question?" His smile was even
wider now.
   "No," she said.  

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