Hello, welcome to my blog.

I am very happy about your visit and today I have a story that I hope you will enjoy.

Our good friend @galenkp has offered us three options for the WE115 weekend engagement and after a thorough analysis, I have decided on one. It is my understanding that you have to pick one.

The first option is:

Your artistic weekend

As I am not an artist at all, I immediately thought that this would not be ideal for me, although I am very good at inventing, and creating, I did not think it would be decent to bring images and a story on the subject.
My hands on a beautiful woman's body are wonderful, but to make a sculpture, a stage play, or a painting, I don't think it looks very good.

Tell me what you boast and I will tell you what you lack. So some will say, I know what I'm talking about; I have references.

The other option presented to us is:

Immortality for one weekend

This one caught my attention, being immortal would be spectacular, but what does an immortal do without a penny in his pocket or a $hive in his wallet on a weekend?
It caught my attention because I associated it with Dracula and I thought of biting the necks of pretty girls, but to bite them I have to get close and to get close I'm sure I have to buy them a meal or a drink; I don't know, I think it would be very difficult and expensive.

Then I have no choice but to go with:

Your weekend clone

You've managed to create a clone of yourself but it will only last for one weekend. What do you do with your clone and why?

The history

My left eye has become infected and incidentally, I got a wound in my foot on the same side, specifically under the nail of my big toe.
I sent a WhatsApp message to Anna, my family doctor, and she told me that I should take some drops of ophthalmic medicine and ingest a cream for my foot.
I have always trusted Anna. She has a vast experience as a doctor and that did not allow me to hesitate in what she recommended. Yes, I thought it was strange to ingest the medicines, I thought they had to be placed in the affected areas.

So I did what the doctor recommended and I fell like dead in bed. AWhen I woke up, I felt great, my eye was healthy and my foot was the same. Those medicines that Anna had sent me were super spectacular, very effective. I wrote them down to recommend them to my friends in case they suffered from something similar.

I had an energy I had never felt before. I immediately went to look for my children, I wanted to fill them with love, to tell them that I loved them, I even wanted to tell my ex-wife that; for me everything was love.

My kids asked me:

-What had happened to me, what was the reason for so much love?

They even told me that I had changed my taste or my way of being because I was very sweet, that I had been in the closet all these years and now I wanted to come out. These children who do not understand the love of a father and disrespect him.

Suddenly I felt like helping others, looking for old ladies on the street to help them cross avenues and streets. The old ladies even hit me with a stick, because they didn't know me and thought I was going to steal from them, and one of them, with no teeth, shouted that I wanted to rape her. I only wanted to help.

I went to the office and my brother Edward asked me what I was doing at the office and if it was my weekend off. I just replied that I wanted to help, to let me do it. He refused, he told me to go and rest so that I could recover and not come back later to complain that I never rest.

I felt very active, I wanted to collaborate on everything. I went to the political leaders of the sector where I live and I proposed a way to do things better, how to achieve a government in which everything improves for the citizen, that there is prosperity, and jobs, that public services work well, a political system far from centralization and many other things; I had not talked so much in my life. Those gentlemen now have me in the political party and want to launch me as a candidate for the presidential elections.

I got home and started organizing, cleaning, and even making a wonderful baked chicken. I hadn't done anything like that in about a thousand years.
Something was not normal, something was happening to me, I was worried.

There's been a knock on the door and it's the ugly neighbor that I don't like and that is always looking for me. Now the woman fascinated me and I invited her for coffee and even felt like fucking her.

-No, that was too much, I had to stop, that couldn't be happening, that was what I thought.

It was already Sunday and it was only a few minutes to midnight, all weekend I had done spectacular things that I had never been able to do, that I would never do and everyone was happy with me.

-Something was really wrong, it was better to go to sleep. I said to myself.

I went to the guest room because that's where you sleep well, it's in the most secluded part of the apartment. Upon entering the room, I found a guy lying on my bed. I pulled his foot to knock him to the floor and ask him what was the reason for his presence in my room and especially in the bed I like to sleep in; my favorite one. Besides, the guy was naked. I always sleep like that in that room.

When the guy turns to me to talk to me, I realize that this man was identical to me. He was like my other self. That puzzled me, I didn't understand what was going on.

I take a step back in case the guy got up and wanted to hit me for the way I treated him, but how was I going to treat him if he was in my apartment?

The man stands up and says to me:

-Look, little boy, I am in my apartment, this is my room, this is my bed and I am the one in charge here.

Surprised, I said to myself in my thoughts:

-This guy is rude, I'd better go get the bat that's in the living room and the phone.

The bat, because it was across the room, had to be put away so as not to trip over it, and the telephone to call the police.

The man leaves the room, goes to the room where I am calling the police and when I see him, I notice that he is pulling up my favorite pants and without underwear; those pants are coming out of a garbage can.
I also notice that he is carrying a control like the one used for the car and he says to me:

-My friend, thank you a thousand thanks for your services, I don't need you anymore. You are my clone and by pressing this button you will disappear never to be seen again, do you have anything to say?

I replied:

-Well, since I'm a clone, I'll leave you a few tips:

You are a candidate for the presidency and they are looking for you everywhere, I don't know if for good or bad, your ex is happy because you asked her to marry her again, the next-door neighbor, the ugly one, you gave her a good fuck and now she is in love with you and finally, your heterosexual life is in the peak of buzzard because soon the neighbor down the hall is coming to give him more than what you accused him of giving a while ago; he is very affectionate and has a huge tool.

There you go, you can hit the button; bye.

I just wanted a clone to take care of things right while I slept all weekend. By the way, I continue with the eye and foot pathology.

I am not ordering a clone for the weekend again.