Ruth, his wife

Michael loves his wife, how can he not?

She's been by his side for more than twenty years. Helped him raise two wonderful children and satisfied him sexually more times than he could count.

Still, he doesn't hesitate to snap the collar around her neck while her back is turned.

"Hey, what the heck, honey?" She protests, her fingers running around the seemless matterial in a futile attempt to find the release.

Micheal gives her an evil grin by way of a reply. He counts down while she grapples with his invention. Just thirty short seconds while the nano-machined disperse into her bloodstream and bond to her nervous system.

Once his wonderful device is fully integrated with Ruth, he speaks. He doesn't offer the explanation or reassurance she is clearly expecting. Instead, he barks a single curt command...