[ WP ] In the future , technology exists to transfer one person 's conciousness to another body , giving identity theft a whole new meaning . Write about the identity black market .

He looked in the mirror and thought `` come on, this happens all the time, I'm just borrowing it, she wo n't even know'' the reasons and excuses seemed pretty weak. 
 He had had a thing for Brandy since she first moved in and why not? She was perfect in every way. His dream girl. He might have had a chance if he was 30 years younger, had a six pack, a massive dong,... and maybe some roofies,....and chloroform. He watched her kick her ex to the curb like a broken banana, the handsome, millionare, underwear model had cried, naked, sitting on the curb till the cops came. He had no chance ever. 
 He had his highly illegal homemade rig hooked up to his computer, and now all he had to do was wait until she got online. He waited for two days, only sleeping for a few minutes at a time. He finally tried her number, busy. `` Well fuck!'' He thought. A few hours later he tried her number again, busy. `` Who the fuck could she be talking to at 03:00 on a damned Tuesday morning?'' He kept trying her line and it kept coming up with the busy tone. 
 It was a week later, when the phone rang thru. He must have called a few thousand times. But when the phone was answered it was n't a nice girls voice, it was a man with a thick Russian accent, he sounded pissed, `` get your own girl or we will kill you!'' Then the line was dead. He was shocked, he had watched her bedroom window for months and never saw a man, and if he did see a man it surely would n't be attached to that voice. 
 The next day after a night of sleep he figured that he imagined that an angry Russian answered the phone, besides, with almost no sleep he was dilusional. So he tried again. The second busy tone and there was a knock on the door. He looked out the side window and saw five very large men. Then he heard his mail slot open and close. Then the men walked away. He walked back to his computer room and on his way past noticed a note on the floor by the door. He picked it up. 
 Price for two hours is $ 300000. You NO keep. 
 
 He had no idea what they expected him not to keep, but had a good idea what they meant with the money and time! He was extatic! He had just enough in his life savings and never planned on using her for more than a few minutes. 
 
 
 I got shit to do. Sorry for the shit ending.
