"Lyna put the cup to her lips. When she put it down, she smiled. "This tastes quite good. I like the sweetness." I'm glad you like it. It will really ...arm you up in the winter."I knew I had to broach the idea of the house with my family, as we were finishing our breakfast. We had discussed it yesterday and they had been fascinated by the idea once I explained and then described what a "house" was. At the time, we had decided to start building it after we had some more mates to help. Now, I had. I got stuck-"I jostled my rump, interrupting her talk and making her grasp me tighteraround my waist to keep from falling off. The smile of the perverted olddwarf broadened with the vista of my breasts jiggling in my shirt."It's a long story," I jumped in, trying to add in a feminine littlegiggle to cover over the fact that both she and I were the veryincarnation of the strangeness (well, the other strangeness) that waspermeating this world."As I said," the dwarf man that Scynga had addressed. He then glanced overand noticed that the woman, who was having her hair done by Laura, waswatching him and smiling. She looked familiar but he couldn't place her face."Oh, excuse my manners. Marc, this is Kay." Kay looked Marc over. Hisdelicate looking features accentuated his effeminate appearance, immediatelynoticeable due to his long hair and small frame. Kay waved and cooed, "HiMarc, here to have your hair done for the Ball? Laura, do you do his hair? Itlooks so lovely and well. . more mature." Again she pausedto let me digest her words.Doc Phillips continued. "A clone is more like a twin. A physicalduplicate with an independent mind of its own. If their ageing isaccelerated they are immature and childish. But something links theminds of this projects clones to the Primes. We hadn't known PeterParker had any psychic abilities. It's inexplicable." The Prime?" I repeated, brow furrowing as I considered. She was right.A clone shouldn't have the originals memories. The.