"Damn it all, Carla, it's me, Hank!" But he kept backing away from his girlfriend who seemed to be on the edge of screaming.
"I don't know who or what you are but you're not Hank!" Her eyes wide, the cords knotted on her neck as she stood there in her tattered bathrobe, her back to her cluttered desk. "You're..." She looked up and down that impressively stacked figure and that oversexed face as if any one of those features would discount this stranger's claim. "Hank's over six foot!" she spat out as the intruder filed up its voluminous skirts and swept back into the hallway. "The nerve!" she ejaculated nervously.