“Hey Sammy. You gonna be home soon? I miss you so much.”

“I know, honey. I’m trying. Pulling out all the stops, okay?”

“Okay, but I really miss you. Also ... Also I’m so horny. I was looking at your high school album. There’s this one of you, the double exposure one. I guess you can’t do that with phones, can you? But it’s making me miss you twice as much. You’re so cute. Both of you, ha ha. Your mom or someone must have written on the back, ‘My twins!’ Have you ever wished you were twins? I was thinking about that while I was looking at that picture. And I kinda got a little naughty. Not too naughty, cuz I was saving myself for you. Sigh. Anyway, I must have kinda dozed off. And I had this dream. This really sexy dream. See, I was on the bed, and you were making love to me. You were fucking me so good, Sammy. Only it wasn’t you. It was your twin! And he made me come so good. Oh Gosh, Sammy, the dream was so real. And after he came in me, he kinda knelt up near my head, and I started licking his dick. I could taste myself on it. I tasted pretty good, I think. And the more I licked, the more you—I mean your twin—got hard. So naturally I started sucking his cock. I could tell he was going to come again soon and I wanted him to come, to come in my mouth, so I kept sucking. But then suddenly you were standing there. You were watching us, watching me sucking your twin’s cock. I had to turn my head, and you could see how close he was to coming again. So I told you that he had just fucked me, and his cum was in my cunt, but there was plenty of room for more, so you could just climb on the bed and fuck me while I sucked your twin’s cock. And—”

“Donna. I’m almost home. I told you I was pulling out all the stops. Another block and I’ll be on our street, and—”

“Wait. No. I mean, um. You know that guy down the hall. The one who kinda of looks like you.”

“What about him?”

“Nothing. I was just confused for a moment. Look, I’ve got a really bad headache, and we’re outta aspirin. Before you come home could you please go over to the drugstore—the one on Maple is open all night—and pick some up for me? Please, please, please!”

“What about the guy down the hall? Couldn’t you send him, being as how much he looks so much like me?”

“Oh, Sammy, you’re so smart. You saw right through me, didn’t you?”

“I can’t get you the aspirin, honey.”

“You can’t? Why not?”

“Cuz my plane is still in Detroit. I might make it home tomorrow. Right now I’m in the hotel bar. Funny thing is there’s this girl here who looks a lot like you. She could be your twin.”