Alex, please?"Alex pulled up the sleeves of his shirt. On one arm was the word 'Right', on the other, "Left"."Here's how they work." Heather took up a...transfer of a fleur de lys and smoothed it between her breasts. "Smooth it on, wait for it to warm up — you'll know because the backing will turn color — and simply peel the backing off." The golden trefoil gleamed on her skin."Only one caution. These transfers will not stick to pubic hair. Nothing to worry about, it just doesn't work and you'll. ” Ashley’s eyes narrowed as she heard his words. Under almost any other circumstance, she would laugh at the rhyme he said with his stupid accent, but not tonight. She couldn’t believe the position Mark had put her in. She looked down at his note, at his careful hand writing, and she hated him for it. Maybe her parents had been right about him. The thought of what might happen to her parents if she didn’t do as they asked which caused more tears to roll down her face. She kicked off the heels. The last century was much better, having been the golden age of America and the world. Back in those days, people still had television, radios, house computers, internet, cell phones and things like facebook and video games. Even cinemas were obsolete and people only knew about them from museums and the history book.But in today's modern America, people were even lucky if they had refrigerators, house heaters, ovens or washing machines.As for the morals, they were more akin to what America was. . I?m jumping ahead, I should tell you the journey, because that is the worthier part. The doctor that created us, his name was LuDuis. Dr. LuDuis, I always thought that to be a particularly unfortunate name, if only because it sounded funny. But we never laughed at him, well, I never laughed at him, the others wouldn?t have thought to laugh. The doctor was a surrogate care-giver to us. He saw most of us once a week. I saw him more because he was watching me. I was his real.