A Limo screeched to a halt. A man emerged from its sunroof.

“Get in!” he shouted.

Startled, I complied.

Inside, the man, dressed in only a kimono, asked, “Beverage?”

“Got whiskey?”

Dropping ice into a tumbler, he poured me a hefty drink.

“Thanks. What’s this all about?”

“I need a favor.”

My Spidey-senses screamed.

“Look, I don’t think…”

“I’m in a jam. You’re the only one who can help me.”

“How?”

“I need you to be me.”

Wanting to protest, I knew I had little choice.”

“What is it this time?”

My twin smiled, “I met these two girls and….”