Somewhere in my head, the line between the reality of J0 and my life with Julie in 1981 blurred. I knew I should look away, but I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. It felt wrong to stare at something that was a clone of my wife. Even though I already knew every synthetic inch of her, it still felt like I was invading J0’s personal space by staring at her.
I watched J0 pull her shirt over her head. Her long curly black hair cascaded around her shoulders. The image of her figure excited me. I had to excuse myself to the bathroom. My brain was firing on all cylinders. I just couldn’t control my sudden l**t for her. Was that so wrong though? What was it that made me feel so dirty?
When I came back into the living room, J0 was sitting on a chair as she put on her socks. She reached for her
