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"Does this seem familiar?" Sean asked Janet.

"The kitchen? Did I spend a lot of time here?" She asked as she took a sip of her coffee mug.

"In truth, no." He said with a laugh. "You were never much of a cook, but don't worry about that at all."

"I wasn't." Janet said, a bit of a smile on her face. "So, why don't we see more of our house? Maybe somewhere that I spent more time in?"

Her words were light, but he got the message. They were soon upstairs in the bedroom. As they walked in, Janet walked over to the mirror, then looked back to see if he was looking at her. He wasn't.

The next look was just a flash, but an evil smile spread across that face for a bare second, quickly to disappear again. Janet, her husband, this house, all of it was a joke. In truth, Janet had died days ago, but no one knew that except for the team that performed the brain transplant operation and Silas, a pervy, creepy man who was now immensely enjoying pretending to be Janet. Each lie, each moment pretending to be her was getting him hot and once it reached a crescendo her husband was going have the best sex of his life, loving just how good his "wife" now made him feel!