”“You know what I think?”“What?” I sigh.“I think that you aren’t seeing this place for what it could be.”“Please go fuck yourself. ...ight the fuck now.”“Not right now,” he says, “But soon probably. Based on recent experiences, I definitely will be doing that from time to time.”“What?” I ask, not caring if I had interrupted him.“Nothing. Just learning new things about myself.”“Ugh,” I say, aggressively ignoring the statement, “Whatever.”He’s doing a nice job of keeping the weird explicit. The thought amused her for a few minutes until she began to feel the benefits of her fingers in her clit. He was the last thing she wanted to see at that point and went somewhere else. Her pussy was warm and wet. A sweet smell creeped into the interior. She licked her fingers, tasting. The taste was light. He hadn't touched it in two days. Not for the lack of want, but because the kids had come home for a day or two and they had only found time for his daily blow jobs. She knew she needed some. She knew his quick wit and good looks had made him the center of every girl's attention at school. Again she wondered how she, a forty-one year old could compete with the youth and beauty of Kenny's female schoolmates."I'm very sure. You see tonight is very special and I don't just mean my birthday." She looked at him quizzically. "Now up those stairs and let me see you in that outfit!" he commanded good naturedly.Jessica was further aghast when, in her bedroom, she finally took the negligee. Your surroundings aren't familiar at first. You're in a small concrete room dominated by the large, clear-slime-filled vat you just came out of. There's a lot of complex machinery attached to it and a computer readout that says, "Clone revival complete."That's when it hits you. You're in crazy Uncle Leroy's survival compound, in the bunker he built specially for you. It included a machine that was supposed to make a clone of you (complete with all the memories you had the last time you checked.