Thank you for your kind words. There is just something, for me, about a machine taking control. Heartless and cruel, it will do what it was designed to do pretty much no matter what. I almost imagine a turn of the last century factory, with exposed gears and belts spinning about with tremedous energy; if you foolishly got caught up in the inaminate machinery it wouldn't care in the least, it woudn't have the ability to care. Or maybe a car wash, while strapped naked to the roof rack of an SUV and ran through the deluxe cycle, I wrote one with that scenario too once, after driving through a new car wash in the town I live in...
Anyway, I borrowed the robots from another story I had written a few years earlier, My Butler James, and in that one I had experimented with two different endings, Dark, and not quite so dark. As far as Veronia, Ray's new wife, I think she might have a bit of envy, and residual jealousy, the magnificent mansion my alter ego lives in might make a good second home for her and Ray, if my alter ego didn't need it any longer. How Veronica got control of the robot trainer Sir, and what eventually happens in the end is the third chapter that I intend to write. I don't know if I will have Ray rescue my alter ego from her much deserved fate yet, or even if he can once things have been set in motion.
Just some thoughts in my kinky mind for the next chapter, and thank you again for your kind words, Jackie.