Played For A Sucker

I just woke up one day and found myself inside someone else's bedroom just before I placed my hand on my head and discovered that I have long blonde hair which reminded me of that one hot babe who I met at a bar last night and joined her for a little nightcap.

We must've been so hardcore drunk at the time because I began to remember that bitch allowing me to rip off her clothes and lick on her soaking wet pussy before I got naked and carried her into the bedroom where I plopped her down on the bed and started going to town on her ass.

And while I was doing that, I saw that she had her face in her pillow for some odd reason but paid no attention to it even before I rolled that blonde bombshell over and pulled that pillow off her face in order to make her suck my dick while I fingered her soaking wet pussy.

That was before everything had gone dark and I remembered nothing else after that.

That is... until I woke up, got out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror.

And when I saw that the body that I was staring at was not mine but that of the very same blonde, I shook my head and figured that I must've been stuck in some sick dream or something like that.

But that was before I turned on the TV and watched this breaking news story on Fox Eight News about a car exploding in front of the NASA Lewis Research Center with the charred remains being identified as those of one Michael Duchovny who used the identification card of a Doctor Susan Roarke to get on the grounds and blow himself up with a whole shitload of kerosene.

The only problem is that I know for a fact that the guy would never let himself do that... because I am... make that was... that guy.