It was the kind of day when even a quick dash across a parking lot means a sticky, sweaty shirt and glistening hairline. Despite the heat, Shelly sat in her car, her hands gripping the steering wheel, her heart pounding. For 30 minutes, the blond, beautiful woman sat shaking. The former actress didn't know what she might have to do next, but she knew it wouldn't be easy: Shelly could catch her husband in bed with another woman or discover her evil twin. Perhaps she'd be told she'd die from a flesh-eating bacteria or, worst of all, find her dog had been cruelly murdered by a vengeful neighbor. Perhaps at the end of all this trauma, she'd be... More >>>