Who am I?

The Pizza boy helped James onto the nearby sofa, just as she passed out from the shock of the fall.
When she came round the delivery boy was gone, he obviously had not wanted to stick around in case of any potential problems (or law suits).
She walked round the flat, it must be hers, as why else would she be there wearing nothing but a towel. A few photographs laying around also seemed to cofirm this detail.
She wondered into the bed room and began looking in the draws, who was she, if only she could remember. She found some sexy black panties and a matching bra,and began to dress herself. A pair of jeans and a skinny T lay over the side of a chair in the corner, which she also put on.
She examined her self in the mirror,as she pulled her long dirty blond hair back slightly,she could just see a small bruse coming up on the hair line. Her green eyes screwtenized her reflection, thev long slender frame of her body, with the beautifully slender waist, and perky breasts that seemed to deify gravity. She appeared to be in her late teens early twenties, but who was she.
Feeling less exposed now she was dressed, she proceeded to explore the many draws and closets in the flat, finally finding what she was looking for, a small box in the back of the sideboard, which appeared to contain amongst other things bank books, passport, and other personel doumentation.