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I set the paper down and stared at her. “How’s that? Of course I still—”

“Well, sometimes you don’t act much like it.”

“Mm. I guess I’ve—uh—got an awful headache tonight.” Damn that perfume!

“Oh,” said Marge.

“In fact, I thought I’d turn in early and get some sleep—”

“Sleep,” said Marge. There was no mistaking the disappointment in her voice. Now I knew that things were out of hand.

The next evening, I activated George Prime and caught the taxi at the corner, but I called Ruby and broke my date with her. I took in an early movie alone and was back by ten o’clock. I left the cab at the corner and walked quietly up the path toward the garage.

Then I stopped. I could see Marge and George Prime through the living room windows.

George Prime was kissing my wife the way I hadn’t kissed her in eight long years. It made my hair stand on end. And Marge wasn’t exactly fighting him off, either. She was coming back for more. After a little, the lights went off.

George Prime was a Super Deluxe model, all right.