"What's up?" Adam asked, seeming surprised to see them there. He looked from Greg to Cindy, a slightly confused look on his face, "What's wrong Cindy..." he asked in a concerned voice. "I'm not Cindy" Cindy cried out, "I'm Greg" Greg managed to keep a straight face, quietly adding "I'm Cindy" "What the hell?" Adam asked confused. "I'm really Greg" Cindy said, "I woke up like this" she gestured down at herself, a look of disgust and shame on her face. "Somehow we traded bodies last night"That. "Why, yes," the woman replied."I suspect I know who you'll be looking for," Regan said. "Did you speak to Countess Anne Duffield, by chance?" Yes," the woman said, happy that she wasn't going to have search for an anonymous face exiting a vehicle."It's me," Andy said with resignation when Regan elbowed him gently in the ribs. "Evan is my father." Oh," the woman said, her eyes wide. "How should I address you? Do you have a title?" No," Andy said. "Andy Drayton is fine." Of course," the woman. You’re the most interesting man I ever met.”“Oh.”There was a long silence.“So are you going to answer the question or not?” asked Jennifer.“You’re serious?”She glared at him.“Okay,” he said. He still didn’t answer, though, and she folded her arms under the breasts they were talking about. She had still not replaced her too-small bras, and the T shirt she was wearing allowed her nipples to show, though they were mere bumps at the moment. When they were not erect they simply made a puffy. Beth stifled a laugh and made a face at me. Tammy said she had to pee and my wife indicated that she would stay with her."I'm going on," I informed them, "I thought I heard someone pull into this camping spot awhile ago. I think I'll stop and say hi." Okay," Beth answered, "We won't be far behind."I walked up the trail and through the woods at a good pace, curious to see who our neighbors were. As I entered the campsite, I saw a blue van and two tents that had already been set up. I then.