Threatened with eternal damnation if I did not accept the new Doctrine of polygamy, I agreed to marry another woman. But just two months had passed since Abigail became my first plural wife, when I was encouraged to marry another. Nancy was quite agitated when she said to me, “Just how many is it going to be Thomas? I never thought you were this kind of man!”As time passed, my wives accepted the practice of sharing my time in their bedrooms, and I never knew, or asked how they did it, but on every one of my visits there was never an awkward moment over who I would be intimate with the first night. One of them would always give me a wink and make the first move.