‘You know, I’d love to have a clone, so I could fuck myself.’

‘But why do you need a clone, when you could fuck me instead?’

I feigned consideration.

‘You know, you drive a hard bargain, missy.’

She started moving in for a kiss.

‘But,’ I interrupted, pushing her lips away, ‘you have to admit. Sex with a clone would be more convenient.’

‘More convenient than the sexy woman lying right on top of you?’

‘Well, I mean with a clone, you should always know what your partner wants. With people it’s not always so certain.’

‘Well, you know what I want right now,’ she reengaged the kiss, ‘you.’

‘Yes, but,’ I stopped her again, ‘I don’t know exactly what you want, or when you want it, or how you want it. But I always know what I want.’

‘So you’d prefer sex with this hypothetical clone to sex with me, who is right here, prepared to fuck your brains out?’

‘No, I’m just considering the implications…’

‘Ugh,’ she climbed off me, ‘if you don’t want to have sex, just say so.’

‘But what about…’

She got off the bed.

‘…I mean consider the clones…’

She left the room, closing the door behind her.

‘Hm,’ I grunted, lying my head back on the pillow. I turned over on my side.

I looked at the mirror by our bedside. I turned it to face me, meeting my majestic eyes. I had such a seductive smile.

‘Well, hello there handsome…’

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