Then her attention returned to her long lost buddy."Why are you naked, Francine? Did you go skinny dipping and have your clothes stolen by some idiot?... There's a lot of them around. Idiots, I mean!" Would it interest you to know that I have not had a stitch of clothing on this extremely battered, but I think rather impressive, body for six years? Or that I shall stay this way until I retire?" It would indeed interest me! Retire from what? And - yes, that is quite a job you've done for yourself. "See, you're likin' the idea now, huh?" In the dresser," Linda said in a husky voice. "Bottom drawer. A ... a lacy black teddy."Richie grinned and strolled over to the dresser. He yanked open the drawer and saw what he wanted right away. He grabbed it and straightened up, turning to face the bed.And suddenly, the scene before him shifted..."You're not into this, are you?"Linda hung her head low as she sat up in bed. The lighting was subdued, even romantic. Her body quivered in its silky black. His finger depressed the switch and her head slumped arms hanging limply by her sides. Zak shook his head sadly. Just for a minute there… it had all sounded so convincing. He had even started to doubt himself. There were clearly dangers involved in memory downloads to a clone. Thank God he had the remote so he could distinguish them. He would have to think about that. He put his arms under hers and pulled her across to the cupboard. She offered no resistance or any sign of comprehension of. ” She reached for a glass of water from her bedside and took a sip to quench her drier than dry mouth. She looked at the clock and realised that the sun would soon be coming up. Kicking off the sheets from her sodden body, she made her way to standing, only to sit back down on the edge of the bed when the room began to spin from her sudden ascension. Her legs were stiff like she’d just ran a marathon. “What the hell did I do last night?” The realization quickly dawned that she couldn’t actually.