— 4-

We lay, hugging after a stormy night. Chloe clinging trustingly to me, reliving what she thought "before" it happened, considered it just sex. I deliberately did not use any methods of contraception, whether my mistress did it, I do not know. And I was right. She behaved in bed like a young girl. She didn’t know anything, but she learned quickly. And when I went to the second round, and then at the end and the third, it “killed” her:

“I didn’t think that this was possible ...” she admitted, “and your caresses,” she blushed for some reason, “I have never experienced such a thing with boys.”

“I guess girls sometimes play with girls,” I concluded.

Then we remembered how Chloe screamed when she raged in orgasm, the guard burst in ... They literally tried to pull me off her ass at the most crucial moment. Okay, she found the strength to shout at them, driving them away.

My breech bed was not intended for living together, and therefore we lay closely together. And my hand, wandering through her body, caused new sighs and trembling. After a little rest, I conducted a disguised intelligence survey on issues of interest to me. She obviously did not expect such a dirty trick from a man who took her to “heaven” and delivered, according to her words, unheard-of pleasure.

To be honest the picture was still the same. The world with clones instead of men was a scary place. Perhaps he will change when the first boys appear. I was alarmed that none of the laboratories that conducted studies parallel to Chloe had received encouraging results. She blurted out that now, because of this, duplicate experiments are being conducted with the same genetically similar clones and the matrix of consciousness. The appearance of identical twins with the consciousness of Ivan Nefyodov in this world somehow did not inspire.

Well, while solving my problems, I asked and received a permission to go in for sports. There were several rooms here, but the room with power trainers belonged to a security group and was located on their territory. Presumably, the problem of not disclosing my existence and the possibility of additional control and monitoring of the stability of the “object” were solved in a complex way, as my passion accidentally let it out.

Despite what happened, Chloe did not yet believe that the experiment went well. Although I “was stable already several times longer than my previous numbers. It was difficult for me to imagine such an amount of people I had seen in this chamber in the last six months. And I just threw the information aside, deciding for myself:

- If they are not there now, it means there has never been.

Postulating the expression of Kozma Prutkov: “If a lion is written on a cage with a tiger ... Do not believe your eyes!”. It became easier and I was able to think about something else.

Chapter 3. Everyday retired saboteur. (The escape).

— 1-

Each new day began with checking my condition. Now this is not done remotely, but openly, since at the same time doctors could more carefully check my health. At the conclusion of the medical team, and there were four of them, I was normal. Of course, they allowed for the possibility of a relapse. This is my outburst of anger when I discovered that I have a foreign body - a relapse! Neither my explanations on this score were taken into account.

- Well, let me think, - going to my closet for sportswear to start training.

An escort consisting of special forces girls accompanied me when moving. Already approaching the sports hall, I paused and, turning round, asked:

- Does the hall even have a good one?

- ... - I received in response and, grinning, went into the hall.

The hall was good! Two rooms. One is about seven meters high, at least thirty meters long and about eighteen wide. Like ours lined with lines for playing volleyball and basketball. And the second ten meters by ten was a power gym.From it led the door to the locker room and shower. Of course, no one foresaw the appearance of men, and therefore there were no additional dressing rooms and a separate shower.

Two women were waiting for me in the hall. Both are tall, stocky-looking bodybuilders with well-developed muscles. They introduced themselves by name: Ray and Tara. Tara was a coach, and Ray was a sports doctor. Both of them served in the security department and seemed to be “big shots” there. I have “my own” coach, and even more so the medic warmed my soul. But the presence of two observers, the more “professional military”, was alarming.

When I started practicing, cutting circles in a small hall for running, they watched me. And then, having nothing to do, they arranged, perhaps, a demonstrative sparring fight for me without a weapon. Of course, they were good, sharp blows from uncomfortable positions, jerks and departures ... But I immediately appreciated how much better the combat technique he owned himself. Their technology was based on one thing: temporary disabling of the enemy. Stun, fall asleep painful, but not fatal blows and immobilize. Everything was like kickboxing, but no more. I was taught first and foremost to kill, and the sooner the better. Immobilize the enemy with soft blows, demonstrated by them, I almost did not know how. Why is this saboteur? You can interrogate and a crippled enemy, it's even easier. Interrogate and destroy. The enemy is the enemy. And the less soldier he has, the better!

Carefully considering their actions, I still pretended that I was not very interested. He ran about half an hour, until his legs ached, and went into the gym with exercise equipment. The body was good, hardy, but he was not enough. It was necessary to re-swing, gain strength, to restore shape. Fortunately, I always liked these classes, but the technology, if you take the night spent by Chloe by analogy, will recover quickly!

The next week dragged as carbon paper. I slept, ate, underwent a daily examination and was engaged in the gym. Engaged in such a way that he fell down. I met Chloe once more and we spent an unforgettable night.

And then everything spun. I was subjected to such a survey that it took almost the whole day. After him, I tried to contact Chloe, but without success. I was told that she went on a business trip, and when she returns it is not known ...

And the days flew again. I was engaged, engaged and engaged. Seeing my progress and wanting to help Ray, gave me some kind of medication, something like steroids, but without the effect of addiction. A month later, I was not recognized. There was a relief of muscles, and I did not sdyhal after an hour of running, as in the first days. Chloe never showed up. As the saying goes: "The flesh demanded its ...", and I had a problem how to solve it.

— 2-

The problem was solved by itself. When I went to the shower after another workout. Ray was there. She was more “thin” than Tara and clearly younger. Height about one hundred eighty with small but elastic breasts. Slim hips and fairly narrow waist made her attractive. In appearance, she would not give more than thirty, but at the same time her eyes gave out experience and knowledge. A short, like a thunderbolt, a glance thrown at me made me shiver and caused a fever in my body. Slowly, he passed and stood under the shower next to the watering can. She looked at me, although she rather saw something else that immediately made itself felt by a change of state. Dumbfounded by such impudence, I pointedly turned my face to her and started looking at the body of a woman standing nearby. Streams of water flowed loudly over her body, drawing every bend and at the same time partially hiding it from my excited look. Raising my eyes with Ray, she reached out and ran her fingertips over my chest. I shivered.

“Let's go,” she took my hand and pulled me into the locker room.

- ... - stupidly grinning, I went after her.

- Do you know how to kiss? She suddenly asked, smarting to my lips.

- Stupid question ... - flashed through my head, and I immediately pulled her to me, and my tongue penetrated into her mouth ...

And again, they tried to use me as a clone ... But I did not do everything the way she used to, forcing me to change my opinion of myself.

* ...