Slightly dark.

"Oh, my darling husband!" John said as he walked gracefully into the living room with three drinks, setting two down in front of Manfred and the other in front of him. "You look so tired from a hard day's work!"

Manfred laughed and took the drink down in one swig, then drank the other halfway down as John also polished off his drink.

"You are loving the 'dearest wife' stuff too much." Manfred laughed and stood up, picking up the bottle of whiskey nearby and pouring them both a large measure into two tumbler glasses. He then poured bit of soda water into each and then sat back down, not handing John the other.

He smiled as John looked at him.

"I like seeing that ass move as you get stuff." He said.

John smiled, and then got up, smoothing out his dress and then leaning down in an exaggerated manner to pick up the glass, making sure to stick his ass out some and slowly picked it up and stood. He turned back, taking a sip as he leaned against the stand the bottle was on and ran a hand down a feminine leg.

"I think you like more than that." John said. "Of course, so do I. How long do you think we can be here before anyone realizes that it's not them anymore?"

"About a week or so, I think. The hats and wigs have worked well enough for now, but someone is going to come to the door eventually. If they don't know me I might be fine, but you, well, there's no way. Even if you shaved your moustache, your face would give it away."

"It'd give away we had our heads transplanted onto these bodies?" John asked, wondering if that's actually what Manfred meant.

"It'd give away that somethin ain't right, that's what it'd give away. By the way, Sal, he didn't go looking to them, right? Beside even what all I've done that wouldn't sit right with me."

"Nah, they were two idiots in a convertible and a dump truck blew out several wheels. A doc we know got to them first. Ever seen what one of those big tires can do when it hits something?"

"Shit." He said, taking another sip of his drink. "I'm amazed them that they were in good enough shape. Thank god for a strong windshield."

"Hey, Detroit made is still the best." John said, sipping his whiskey. "Their bad luck was our good luck. At least none of our fingerprints are around here. As long as we're not seen, I guess it'll be like we were never here."

"We know we have and what we've done." Manfred said with a smile. "And speaking of what we've done, why don't you slip out of that dress and show me a bit more of those legs and ass?"