Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
The house was furnished with all luxuries, including women. If it only had a lease that could be broken— Above it her comely face was sullen beneath its sleek cocoon of auburn hair. She opened her eyes at his approach and regarded him with nothing like tight-fitting tubular gown. "If I could do anything about it...." "But you can't," he told her. "They're too clever." "Is this crop rotation or did you send for me?" she asked cynically. "If you did, I wish you hadn't. You haven't asked about your son." within Dana, just as he could feel the stirring toward her within himself—desire that both of them loathed because it was implanted within them by their captors. The other two women were sitting in the heptagonal central hall. double motherhood, she was almost flat of bosom. He asked her how she was feeling. "Okay, I guess," she said. "The way they manage it, there's nothing "Good," he said. "Glad to hear it." He felt oddly embarrassed. He turned to Olga, broad, blonde and curiously vital, who sat perfectly still, regarding him over the pregnant swell of her dirndl-clad waist. something that might cheer her up, for she was by far the youngest of the three female captives, barely nineteen. But with the eyes of the other two, especially Dana, upon him, he could not. "I guess I wasn't cut out to be a Turk," he said. "I don't feel at ease in a harem, even when it's supposedly my own." "You're not doing so badly," Dana replied acidly. "Lay off—he can't help it," said Eudalia unexpectedly. "He doesn't like it any better than we do." "But he doesn't have to—have them," objected Olga. She had a trace of Polish accent that was not unpleasant. In fact, Tennant thought, only as much as I hate you." Eudalia laid down her fork with a clatter and regarded Dana disapprovingly. "Why take it out on Rog?" she asked bluntly. "He didn't ask to come here any more than we did. He's got a wife back home. Maybe you want him to fall in love with you? Maybe you're jealous because he doesn't? Well, maybe he can't! And maybe it wouldn't work, the way things are arranged here." "Are we really in the fourth dimension?" Dana asked. Of the three of them, she alone had more than a high-school education. "We may be in the eleventh for all I know," he told her. "But I'll settle for the fourth—a fourth dimension in space, if that makes "Why haven't they brought more of us through?" Eudalia asked, tamping "Why do they do it—the other way, I mean?" asked Dana. Tennant shrugged. "I don't know. I've been thinking about it. I suppose it's because they're pretty human." " Human! matched his, and a narrow halter. "You thought those up while we ate," he said. It annoyed him to be copied, though he did not know why. She laughed at him silently, tossed her auburn hair back from her face and went out of the roofless house, asleep. "They never cry," the thin woman told him. "But they grow—God, how they grow!" her close, although neither of them felt desire at the moment. Their captors had seen to that it is." "I'll try not to," he said and stopped, realizing the family party was over. He had felt the inner tug of command, said good-by to the women and returned to his smaller compound within its own barrier dome. He went through the entire routine at Opal's bidding. When at last probing investigation. Opal, like the rest of the captors, was as curious as a cat—or a human being. Tennant sat against a wall, drenched with sweat. There would be endless repetition before his workout was done. On Earth, dogs were said to be intellectually two-dimensional creatures. He wondered if they felt this Opal was nervous, so much so that he revealed more than he intended. Or perhaps that was his intent Tennant could never be sure. They were Opal was annoyed that Tennant could make nothing of it. Then came the thought: everything but the date and season. Opal, like the rest of the captors, seemed to have no understanding of time in a human sense. Waiting, Tennant tried not to think of his wife, of the fact that he hadn't seen her in—was it more than a year and a half on Earth? He could have controlled his heartbeat with one of his new powers, but that might have made Opal suspicious. He should be somewhat excited. He took another deep, lung-filling drag on his cigarette, looked around the room that was so important a part of his life. The three women back there would be in a ghastly spot. He felt like a heel for wanting to leave them there, then knew that he would try somehow to get them out. slipped past his mental censor, and he waited apprehensively for Opal to strike. Nothing happened and he warily relaxed. Opal wasn't tapping his thoughts. Because he felt sure of his captive ... or because he adolescent's. This hunger was real, not implanted. Everything would be real ... his love for her, the food he ate, the things he touched, his Your wife and a man are approaching the house. The thought message from Opal crumbled his illusion of freedom. He sank down in a chair, trying to refuse to listen to the rest of the command: when it came, was more humiliating than a slap across a dog's snout. Opal had been too interested in the next lab specimen to bother about his thoughts—that was why he had been free to think of escape. leading another victim to the fourth-dimensional pen. . He'd had one too many and only wanted a little fun. Really, darling, you seem to think that a girl...." it would be you." " Roger! " Agatha found her voice. "You're alive !" "Roger," repeated Tennant viciously. He felt sick with disgust. Maybe he should have expected a triangle, but somehow he hadn't. And here it was, with all of them going through their paces like a trio of tent-show actors. He said, "For God's sake, sit down." stiff—of him. Probably with reason. He looked again at Cass Gordon and found that he suddenly didn't care. She couldn't say it was loneliness. Women have waited longer than eighteen months. He would have if his captors had let him. He was standing no more than four inches from this woman he had desired desperately for six years, and he no longer wanted her. He was acutely It would serve her right, but maybe there was another way. "I don't know about you," he said, "but I suspect we're in the same He lit a cigarette, inhaled. "Relax. I'm not planning revenge. After this evening, I plan to vanish for good. Of course, Agatha, that offers you a minor nuisance. You will have to wait six years to marry Cass—seven years if the maid who let me in tonight talks. That's the law, isn't it, Cass? You probably had it all figured out." whatever they were, worked more efficiently on females. A difference in could understand, it had been like asking an African pygmy, armed with a blowgun, to set up shop in the midst of a herd of wild elephants. It simply wasn't feasible—and furthermore he derived an impression of the

<question>:
Why does Roger speculate there are more females than males in the fourth dimension environment?

<options>:
A Roger believes that the ones controlling the environment are running a breeding program to raise children who will eventually grow up to be body snatchers.
B The ones controlling the environment have a more challenging time bringing males through the fourth dimension.
C The ones controlling the environment are overwhelmingly male, heterosexual, and desirous of sex with women.
D Roger does not make any kind of guess as to why he is in the minority among the women of his "harem."

<answer>:

B