There is a real Samantha

"What!? No, there is a real Samantha Palmer! I am just filling in for her on Mondays and Fridays!" she explained.

"Unbelievable! Who knows about this?" you continue.

"Well, except Samantha and now you, only my wife! Though in the case of my son, he did see me once when I got home like this which is rather shamful! See, he has an addiction problem... He is a sex addict, and to my disgrace he seems to have a thing for skinny white women with dark brown hair, just like I am now!" she said defeatedly.

"He what!? Haha, looks like you are rather screwed then!" you point your finger at the apparent Samantha.
"Indeed! You know, when I came home past week he was out of medicine and was holding physical evidence to my hotness in his pants. Or hands, so to speak!" she says as she seemed to remember the ordeal quite vividly.
"But, wouldn't that count as ****?" you ask. "Well, Samantha Palmer and Jacob Smith are obviously not related... Also he really seems to enjoy wanking off to the Social Media Manager at Google anyway I guess!" she replies shyly.

"Okay! Now tell me... What is the real Samantha doing meanwhile?" you continue.

"Well, she likes to take extended weekend trips with her husband while I fill in for her!" comes the reply.