What started as an experiment to use old traces of untainted DNA from celebrity memorabilia to create cloned women without the infection, slowly turne... into a custom made-to-order female "companion" creator, when it was declared useless in evading the virus. The cloned famous ladies would be H1W1 negative during the long 18 years of maturing in their artificial womb, but would become infected at the slightest contact with the outside world.This meant it was still advantageous to use pre-virus. ”“Yes I do, but as you have said many times you can’t knock em up with spit.”“Let me up, enough jokes now, this is a joke isn’t it?” Asked Darla’s husband as he squirmed for some room in the ropes.“No joke dear, in a few minutes you will get to meet Dr. Burdizzo, and he will fix your little problem causers. This will be just like you are a captured prisoner in ancient Roman. The Romans came up with a way to castrate large numbers of prisoners, without the risk of surgery. Very clever wasn’t. " He chortled."Now let's take our time and make this last a long while." Mike pattedhis lap. I went and sat down on his thighs. To make myself feel like Iwouldn't slip off, I put an arm around his shoulders. He nodded. "See?You're learning to get into this already. But don't worry. We'll makesure you don't like what happens to you... straight, married, virginal-where-it-matters, Stephanie Starr. Let me begin with that milky whiteneck."He pulled me close against him and put his lips. She knew who Derick Dangerfield was. Everybody knew the Nordic football hero. I also knew that her mother's only misgivings about our getting married had to do with our being a poor genetic match - like mixing shit and ice cream. She told Pam that her kids would likely be short, dark-haired, dark-eyed geeks. Pam told me this and it hurt. It came as no surprise when her mother said fine, but when you get pregnant, and you will, there'll be no talk of abortion. Pam told them that I already agreed.