Missy is in a serious dilemma. Having to deal with cheating hubby T.T. Boy's sexual liaisons is bad enough without interference from her evil twin sister (Missy again, in a nom-worth dual role). Bad Missy flaunts her sexual conquests in Good Missy's face, even forcing her to watch (gasp!) porno movies. Seeking the help of kindly psychologist George Kaplan, she goes through hypnotherapy to uncover the reason why her wicked sibling taunts her so. When Kaplan suddenly turns up dead, Good Missy must now confront her evil id. A desktop dalliance with Missy, Boy and secretary Jacklyn Lick is molten, with Boy's balls a blur as he harpoons first Lick, then Missy, with his typical Torquemada tenderness. And when Peter North sinks his bismarck up Missy's bung side-saddle, she roils and growls as never before. Great sex, great story, with a surprising twist at the end.