’ He helped me to lie on my back, which was sore even with the child virtually unnoticeable in my belly, and slipped off my shoes. Sitting alongside... my body on the bed, he pulled my bare feet into his lap and began to knead them determinedly.Truly, it felt wonderful, and I sighed, closing my eyes and relaxing--slightly moaning--at the feeling.‘Ankles too--please,’ I breathed, not opening my eyes. Obligingly he moved up, massaging around my Achilles heel and sore, reddened ankles.‘Wait,’ he. I walked up to the front of the class, announced my choice, and thought of Elaine from 'Seinfeld', just like I had seen and heard her on television about a hundred times. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and focused on her, and chanted the spell. Bang!Before I opened my eyes, I listened for any reaction from the class or the instructor, but no one said anything. So, I turned toward the mirror and opened my eyes. And there she was! I was a dead ringer for Julia Louis-Dreyfus, complete with. “But I am not going to lose my child. I have already lost her mother.”“And I am looking for a solution that also prevents that,” the doctor explains, feeling caught off guard. “As I said before, cloning your daughter a child is tricky. We have done all the programming necessary for the girl and the manipulation to Lucy’s mind...”“Then what is the problem?” Draven asks, getting agitated. “The only reason why this little experiment of yours is even taking place is because I’m the head of the damn. Radio Shack have it. You sign up for their service and then you can always see where it is. It uses satellites and has a rechargeable battery.”“What size is it?” asked Grace, trying to concentrate on two things at once.“It’s forty-seven by forty by seventeen,” read Mia on her phone. “Millimetres. Why?”“That’s not too bad,” Grace hedged, “where can we get them?”“There’s a store in Vacaville, about thirty miles away. What are you thinking?”“She is going to get herself captured,” sighed Claude,.