On cue, I walked in to the room. Amanda confidently walked up to me, and pulled me into a kiss. Samantha sat on the couch, looking at her shoes. It was nearly perfect; they were both doing a great job. Except for her face, it was impossible to tell that Samantha was really Amanda. Samantha was doing a very good job, but exaggerated her role somewhat. The other two girls were watching the scene from different rooms.
My wife broke off the kiss and grabbed my hand, and started to confidently lead me to the bedroom. She was doing a great job with Amanda's body language and voice, but was a little too dominant, and expressed more finesse than Amanda had earlier.
I stopped and slipped my hand out of her grasp. Turning around at the door, she looked at me, not understanding my hesitation. I braced myself and played my part.
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