Print more than my keeper.  He gave me food but she gave me something else just then.  It confuses me.  As he sat on the bed and dangled his feet, new ideas coursed through his mind.  Some replaced old ones, others enhanced them.

Over the next few hours Ariel came back once, Bill twice, to check on him.   She patted his head the way she always did, but the aroma intensified and that affected him more than her touch, especially when she examined his face, ears and eyes.  Bill’s presence repulsed Harry.  After each visit, he wished Bill never came back, that only Ariel tended to him.

During the next two-days, the visits became routine, and the feelings about each of the white suits grew stronger.  Harry favored Ariel and hated Bill.  By the end of the third day after the procedure, Harry Branscombe experienced a wave of rage each time Bill entered the small room.  

On Ariel’s hourly rounds, her hands made him compliant, almost rapturous, particularly when she palpated several sensitive areas on his body.  He noticed new things about her each time, the gentle slope of her shoulders, the narrow waist, the delicate hands and long legs.

The bandage over the incision came off during one of her exams.  He liked the presence of Ariel when she used a gentle touch to take the sticky tape off the area at the base of his skull.  She instructed Harry to face away from her, and he felt one hand on his shoulder and the other on his waist.  He sensed her body closer to him and she increased pressure with her hand on his waist, which distracted Harry long enough for Ariel to lift the bandage and remove it along with a few strands of his hair.

When finished, she guided him with the hand on his waist around to face her.  Harry liked that, and a hormonal surge raced through his body as the presence of her pheromones grew stronger.

“Tomorrow, Harry, we’ll let go outside.  Won’t that be nice?”

He tried to speak but nothing came out.

“Damn, I wished you could speak so you could express what you’re thinking.”  She motioned for him to turn away again, and as he did, she started the examination.  Ariel alternated hands, using her right first and then the left all the way from the area behind his ears, down along his neck and below his jaw to the broad expanse of his shoulders and then onto his side.  When she reached Harry’s waist, she motioned for him to turn again.

He did.

She started again above his face and worked her way down the front of his body, fingers first, followed by stethoscope, then hands.  As she reached the area below his waist, he got agitated.

“Well, you seem to be a normal boy, young man.”  Ariel concluded her examination around his thighs.  “I’m impressed with how you’ve matured.”  The warmth of her smile finished him off and moments later his tumescence waned.  After Ariel toweled off the fluid from the front of her smock and washed her hands in the basin, she left chuckling to herself.

Harry lay on the bed afterwards and reveled in the sensation.  It stayed with him through the dinner hour and long into the evening.

The next day Bill