Jake had still been dressing when the visitor had pounded on the lake house door at 6:45 the next morning. He had hit the caller with 60 seconds of te...sticle pain. The next knock sounded at seven on the dot. Jake had answered the door and stepped out onto the porch.“My name is Jake Fielding,” he had said. “May I ask yours?”“Elias Grubb.”“Tell me why I should take notice of this Council of yours, Mr. Grubb.”“The Council rules the mind-reader community.”“Like the government?”“Exactly.”“How do mind. I had spent much of the last year perfecting my techniques for biological replication. I'm at the point now where I can replicate the hardwired instincts and even the learned behaviors of animals, though true memory and personality duplication will be forever beyond my reach. I'm glad. Experiences and perspectives should be unique. I've never duplicated a person, and I never intend to.I looked at my wife smiling at me in our condo in the dead of night. She's finishing up her senior resident. "Don't get me wrong, he isn't always the man who knows how to go about it, but real men pretty much are horny all the time." He looked to Simon for some sign of agreement."Oh yeah, it's just how we are programed. Just like chicks are programed to say no at least once. If a chick was just as hot for me as I was for her, I would wonder if I had a cross dresser." Simon said it with a laugh. I'm afraid I laughed as well."So have you two been talking sex all night?" Simon asked."It sure seems like. They were both small women and not particularly attractive reminding Jake of a couple of terriers. The maids, however, more than made up for any shortcomings. Of Miss Smith there was no sign.“Good morning Lady Bedlington, Lady Fox,” Jake greeted them. “May I say you are looking splendid this morning?”“We jolly well ought to,” replied Lady Bedlington. “Spent a fortune at your shop, young man. Better if you opened a branch in Dublin. Now, what was all that about last night? And don’t try to.