Vanity Loves Company

By Hank Edwards

Eric Franklin is a handsome and intelligent bio-genetic scientist, and he’d be the first one to tell you so. Working in a remote, island laboratory for a private investor, Eric has discovered the secret to cloning an organism’s exact replica, with no need to raise the life form from infancy to maturation. Before he passes the news on to his investor, however, Eric decides to try the process on the perfect human subject: himself. Having always felt as if he lacks an equal to his sexual desires and intellect, Eric is intrigued at the idea of talking, working, and having sex with an exact replica of himself. All health concerns would be moot, and his partner would know his every desire before he spoke it aloud. To Eric, it’s the perfect solution to his lonely situation, but a scientist should realize that nothing is ever, truly perfect.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hank Edwards
• Release date: Feb 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311403414

Hank Edwards

Hank Edwards has been writing gay erotic fiction for more than twenty years. He has written over two dozen novels and even more short stories. His writing crosses many sub-genres, including romance, rom-com, contemporary, paranormal, suspense, mystery, and wacky comedy. Find out more at www.hankedwardsbooks.com.

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Chapter One

Iam a beautiful man . I don’t apologize if that sounds vain because it’s the truth: I was blessed with genetics that give me a firm, well-proportioned body, shallow cleft in my square jaw, eyes blue as the Arctic Sea, thick, dark hair, high cheekbones, and an aristocratic nose just large enough to add character. My chest hair is distributed perfectly, my complexion is flawless, and my circumcised cock is nine and a half inches with a set of balls beneath as big as tangerines. I have been pursued by men and women alike and have allowed myself to be bedded by scores of each gender, with a leaning toward men. I enjoy a male companion; I’ve enjoyed their company, tasted wine with the most sophisticated, and lay strapped in slings while the most rudimentary penetrated me with their thickness, but something has always been missing, some key emotional connection. I lack an intellectual equal.

I have been unable to find someone with whom I can tolerate spending more than a day, two at most. You see, not only am I an amazingly striking physical specimen, but I also possess above average intelligence. Yes, looks and brains, I got it all; your hatred of me may now begin.

I am a bio-genetic researcher for a private firm specializing in human cloning. Because my project is funded privately, I am able to sidestep certain precautions the American government has attempted to impose. My lab was built to my specifications on an island off the coast of Florida, a square mile of rock and wild grass lying just outside the American boundaries. The lab itself is built mostly underground, burrowed directly into the hard rock of the island and resistant to the fury of hurricanes and tropical storms. It is also hidden from the view of nosy reporters or government agents. One such agent in particular has paid me several visits, all unannounced, in an attempt to catch me in the act of cloning a human being, as if he would know the difference between the process of cloning a human being and baking a frozen pizza. And does he not realize I have the docks and all beach access areas covered by hidden cameras? I live and work alone on the island; does he take me for a simpleton?

He is mildly amusing, a squat, hairy man named Durgan with thinning hair, wide, brown eyes and a fair complexion. From the fit of his wash and wear khakis he packs quite a bit of meat in his briefs, but I have yet to find out. I find it best to hold the enemy at arm’s length until his intentions are known.

The last few months I have made startling advances in my procedures and have been able to accelerate the growth process for my experiments. From monkey DNA I have created exact duplicates of the original specimen by injecting slightly altered steroids into the growth tube during incubation. I have created four monkeys from the blood of one, all healthy and normal. No longer do I have to wait months or years as the cloned subject matures from infancy to adulthood to see the long term affects. After a twelve hour process I am able to see the results right before me as I pull the clone from the amniotic bath and compel it to breathe.

I have completed all the follow up tests and research and am ready to clone my first human subject, and who better to clone than myself? It is a plan I devised late one night while working in the lab. My sex drive had kicked in with a vengeance and I sulked as I worked, lamenting the fact that I lived alone on this remote rock