Sandy hadn’t forgotten she was naked under the towel and had kept herself covered the entire time, shivering miserably under the blanket.  But when the clothes came she honestly debated if she wanted them or the towel still.  Finally she decided to put on the cloths.<br/><br/>What came out was a brown haired babe that could have fit in at any Hooters in America.  Her full firm breasts filled out her tied shirt to the point it looked like it might burst while the Daisy Dukes had been a struggle to get up and over her wide hips, which had caused much wiggling and squirming as she put them on.<br/><br/>Finally dressed and dry Sandy began to be just a little less sullen.  “I’ll take a jar of white lightning.”  She said.  “My folks are dead a few years back…left me enough money to get myself through school and take a trip or two like this.”  She said taking a long hard pull from the mason jar, nearly emptying it in one go.  “Wooo…Clara?”  She asked looking up and noticing she wasn’t there.  “She can’t have gone far, I wouldn’t worry about it.”  Sandy said as she took another pull and finished off her moonshine.