I even stared at the way his mouth was shaped. He was puffing on one of those black tobacco cigarettes.He caught me staring. "Are you just going to si... there and stare, or are you going to take your clothes off?"My hands went for my blouse buttons, and then I stopped. "Give me a cigarette," I demanded of Robert."You shouldn't start smoking," he answered as he put his own cigarette out. "You're too young to smoke." I'm not too young to fuck," I replied petulantly. "I think I'm old enough to make. ..I guess I should tell you..." Carl became alarmed. "Tell me what!" "I have a pretty go idea of what I'll look like, that is when the process is done." "Huh?" "I mentioned the cascade effect, right? Well, when mitosis begins, it will not be just the sex chromosomes that will be altered." "What!" "The whole ball of wax. Only my genes from my mother will be reproduced. Yep! A regular 'clone' of my dear departed mother, that's what I'll be." "That's...that's sick!" "Oh! Really? Then you. ” I nodded, said thanks and continued down the hallway. My phone rang just as I was about to slip the key card into the door. It was Gemma, and she was crying. “I can’t see you, Brett, today or ever again,” she sobbed. “I stupidly left the last hotel bill in the waste bin, and Byron somehow found it. God only knows how. I had to tell him everything; he said he would leave me if I didn’t. I had to promise I would never see you again. Perhaps this is for the best. We’ve probably been living on. I knew it was going to hurt, but I had to stop that incestuous relationship, and this was the best chance to do it.I got home at about 8 pm, and I told Tom we had to talk. He looked at me seriously, and I guess he understood nothing good was coming. I told him about the offer and let him know I had decided to accept the job.His face turned completely pale. His voice shook, and he didn't know what to say. He told me to stay with him and talked about a future together. He even suggested he wanted.