"This could work."

She stands there a long minute just staring at your dick, though you can tell she is actually deep in thought. Her robe had loosened a bit and you had a nice view of her ample cleavage. You tried your best not to look at it, failing miserably.

"This could work." She says, "Yeah...yeah. This could work."

You stand there waiting, grateful she hadn't called in the goons yet and wondering what she had in mind.

"Listen...whoever you are...I could make you disappear right now. Easy. One word from me and you're gone." You nod as she continues, "But, maybe we can do this a different way." You can see she is still working things out in her head. You reach over to the bed to grab your pants, "Don't you move a muscle, let me think." You nod again and straighten up, try as you might your little soldier just would not stop standing at attention. Of the different ways you'd imagined dying getting killed by mobsters in a fancy mansion while buck naked and sporting a massive erection was not one of them.

"...Yes...Yes...It could work. At least for a while. And I could always say I hadn't noticed. Hmmmm." She continues, thinking out loud.

You clear your throat and muster your bravery, "Ahem...mind letting me in on the conversation?"

She looks up at you as she repositions and tightens her robe once more. "Yeah. Hold on." She moves to the bed and begins rummaging through your clothes. "Don't move." She reminds you. Taking your wallet she looks through it, finding out your true identity. She turns off your phone and also takes your keys. She takes your belongings over to a picture on the wall, she swings it open revealing a wall safe in behind. Standing so that you couldn't see the combination she opens it and deposits your stuff.

"Uh....could we talk about this." You say.

She closes the safe with a 'click' and returns the picture to its original position. Turning back to you she says, "Yes, let's talk about this."

"Could I...could I have my stuff back first?" You ask.

"No. Not yet anyways." She replies.

"Can I at least get dressed?" You request a little desperately.

At that she smiles and looks you up and down once more. "Naw, I like it this way."

"Ooookay...er..." you shift from foot to foot, "...so what do you want to talk about?" You cringe, god that sounded stupid.

"I want to talk about our little situation here. You're not my husband but here you stand in his bedroom. You look just like him...well almost just like him...and he is nowhere to be found. Are you a long lost twin or something? Someone who had plastic surgery to get inside the family? Why are you doing this?"

"Listen, lady!" You catch yourself quickly, "Er...Mrs Calabrese I mean. Listen, you picked me up while I was just walking down the street minding my own business. I don't know anything about anything. I would have said something but your gun wielding thugs had me scared for my god damned life!" You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself. "Honestly, I was just waiting for a quiet moment and I was going to slip out of here and you guys never would have seen me again."

You can't help but be distracted as she continues looking at you like a nice cut of prime rib. "Hmm, no, that's not going to work."

"What do you mean not going to work?"

"I heard you talking with Louis down there. I don't think my dear Vincent is coming home. Do you?" The lack of concern in her voice was chilling. She continues, not waiting for your answer, "You see the problem is that Vincent can't die right now. No, if he dies now that little shit Louis takes over the business. And that's not good for anyone...least of all me."

You stand there in dawning realization, "So you want me..."

"...to pretend to be Vincent Calabrese, yes." Her eyes widen suddenly, "Shit!"

You stand confused, expecting this whole thing to go off the rails any second.

"The bath!" She races into the next room and you hear the water stop. After a bit of time, "Come in here." She calls.